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:: 2005 28 August :: 9.40pm
:: Music: Heaven by Lamb

This could be heaven right here on Earth...
I kind of want to see the movie Just Like Heaven for a few reasons.

1. In the theater, the preview had the song Heaven by Lamb in it. And I love Lamb.

2. I'm curious as to how it would end. Like 50 First Dates, there's not really anyway they can end it. She's dead.

3. I'm a sucker for girly movies.

4. Reese Witherspoon is in it.

I love you all.

P.S. I just wrote my first rough draft for my first paper in college!

waiting to grow

6 ...sweet love...sweet love | waiting to grow

:: 2005 28 August :: 4.39pm

It's a big joke at Aquinas that the squirrels are evil. It stems from the fact that any squirrel you come upon will not run away, it just stares you down.

Now I didn't believe this because I hadn't seen any squirrels on campus. But on Wednesday, I was walking back through the woods and there was a squirrel by the path just staring at me. He wouldn't move.

So I guess I believe it.

6 ...sweet love...sweet love | waiting to grow

:: 2005 25 August :: 10.19pm

Ignore that first part. It's boring.
I don't really feel like taking a shower tonight. And you know what? I can do that because I am a college student and that's what we do. So tomorrow, I will sport a jaunty chapeau to cover up my greasy hair.

Things are settling down. I just need a JOB and life will be doubleplusgood. As compared to the plusgood it is now. Hardy har har.

If you feel like it, here are pictures from orientation. I'm not in any of those. Well, I'm in the Q.

Aquinas is so beautiful. You guys should just come with me and we'll walk around.

I love you all.

P.S. Nick = the best. Just in case you didn't know.

:: 2005 25 August :: 8.11pm
:: Mood: upset

Didn't get the job.

Whatever.

:: 2005 24 August :: 9.18pm

I can never be sick from school EVER AGAIN
My mommy got an old-fashioned lawn mower. You know. The kind you push and the blades rotate and it makes you wonder how it cuts grass.

I don't know why but I've always wanted one. She said it was because the other one is too hard to push and get out. She also said that the riding lawn mower was too much of a hassle and missed too many spots.

She's lucky my dad's the lawn and garden buyer. Or maybe that's why she asks, because she knows she can get it.

Either way, it does cut grass. It cuts grass really well. So well, in fact, that I might volunteer to cut the grass.

However, Mom tested it out on the front yard and it did nothing to improve the looks at all. It's just as ugly, if not more so. We have this fungus in the middle of the yard in the shape of the letter c. Weeds and crabgrass cover every other part of the yard. (Except for where it touches the neighbor's yard and his fertilizer was inadvertently spread upon some of our yard. I wouldn't be surprised if it was on purpose, as some kind of hint. "Look at how beautiful your yard can be!" If it was, sorry, guy, our well is broken and we can't water the yard. Nice suggestion though.)

I read the funniest thing yesterday. I was reading 1984 because I love those kinds of books. Someone was talking and it said they spoke "parenthetically" but the sentence they spoke was in parentheses. Most awesome thing ever. Oh, George Orwell, you slay me!

School's going fine, by the way. I'll speak more on the subject when I have time to sit down and let it all sink in.

For now, I'm off to read my Nancy Drew book. Number 32 and only cost me a dollar. I'm a sucker for Nancy Drew. You can blame my aunt Patty for that.

I love you all.

P.S. George Orwell (or shall I call him Eric Arthur Blair?) was fugly. Seriously. That had better just be a very bad picture of him (is that a mustache? If not, what is it?) because I don't know how I can love that man anymore. I'm kidding. He could be a 1000-pound woman and I'd still love him. (Not that way, Nick.)

:: 2005 21 August :: 9.46pm

Oh and I don't know if I mentioned this or not but I have an interview tomorrow at 9:30 for a job at the Aquinas library.

I'm pretty sure I'll get it. I was the first person to respond.

I love you all.

:: 2005 21 August :: 9.00pm

So I have my first math class on Tuesday. And I can't find my calculator.

I found my black sharpie (I noticed it was missing this morning), my copy of Le Petit Prince (which has been missing since our Mardi Gras project for French class. It was in the box with supplies that I took to school.) and this gold glitter thing that is involved in another story that proves I'm insane.

But no calculator. I figure I've got a while to find it. I only have math on Tuesdays and Fridays and I probably won't need it the first day.

Stressing out about it isn't helping either.

I love you all.

:: 2005 21 August :: 10.35am

I start college tomorrow at eight o'clock.

Wow.

:: 2005 18 August :: 8.33am

pointless rant
So...tired...

I want to sleep in but I can't. Maybe Wednesday I'll be able to.

I love you all.

waiting to grow

:: 2005 17 August :: 6.39pm

Tomorrow starts my three-day orientation at Aquinas.

Thursday, I'll go with my parents at around noon and do some things. They'll leave at 7 and I'll be stuck having to socialize. I can't believe I got into an unsocialble funk this close to school starting.

Friday, I'll get there at SEVEN THIRTY IN THE MORNING and do some more stuff UNTIL MIDNIGHT. I wonder if they realize that we're starting school soon.

Saturday, I don't have to be there until 11ish and I only have to stick around until 10 or so.

What sucks is the fact that, after orientation, I can't really hang out with anyone. I need to get to sleep at a reasonable hour and all that jazz. Anyway, Orientation information is here, if you're bored.

I start school on Monday!

I'm excited except for the fact that I spaced my classes out weirdly and I gave myself an early class. I'm not smart. Hopefully it won't be too bad.

Plus, I don't have a car so I'll be driving my mom's van until I get my own car. It's going to suck. I'm not even on the insurance yet and I start school on Monday. Maybe I can stay over at Nick's occasionally. He's only about two miles away from school.

I hope everyone's doing okay. I miss you already. E-mail me your addresses and jazz so I can send you letters.

I love you all.

:: 2005 17 August :: 6.13pm

Remember that hot girl I met at Aquinas?

Behold and beware for her hotness is blindingly so!

Too bad she's interested in men. Hee.

5 ...sweet love...sweet love | waiting to grow

:: 2005 9 August :: 11.46pm

Having my driver's license is pointless without a car.

Having a car is pointless without insurance.

Getting insurance is pointless unless I can pay for it.

Paying for anything is pointless unless I have a job.

I need a job.

P.S. I have killer hiccups. You know. The kind that hurt. The kind that, with every hiccup, clench every single muscle in your body. They hurt and make me angry. And kind of ill. I just ate and they're squeezing my tummy.

:: 2005 6 August :: 9.55pm

Holy expletive
A Very Long Engagement is the best movie in the world. Better than Amelie.

It's directed by Jean-Pierre Jeunet, the same guy who directed Amelie. A few actors from Amelie are in it too.

Seriously, I haven't seen all the movies in the world but I can tell you right now that this is the best.

It's about a girl named Mathilde whose fiancee was killed in World War One. She doesn't think he's dead and insists on looking for him.

I cried a thousand times during that movie. A thousand. Even for me, that's a lot. I cried at parts that weren't even necessarily sad but just beautiful.

You know how Amelie had lots of red and green and a splash of blue? Well A Very Long Engagement has a washed out, yellow, old-fashioned look to it with bits of red, green and purple.

It is so wonderful. If you liked Amelie or French movies in general, you have to see it.

I love you all.

P.S. Can't do accents so you'll have to deal with some anglicization.

P.P.S. It's kind of long though. I didn't notice really, until I looked at the clock at it was 9. (I started the movie at 7.)

P.P.P.S. It has a lot of sex in it but I didn't mind it at all. It didn't seem out of place or gratuitous.