we are lovers and he plays better when he has a girl to play for, and i paint better with a boy to paint for. i'm starting a new piece next week. all signs point to yes yes yes!
ALSO: excellent cook. numnums are A+, and "will you spend the night sometime?"
hell yes. for the record i will never ever ever leave joseph!
sky blue still touches me in a way that nothing can. JE1's rendition made me cry, just sitting there, and Dan was on stage thinking of me and glancing over from time to time while Ashley and Mom and I linked arms and chatted happily between songs. I am having a wonderful week.
friday was the fritz and i barely made it at 1 AM after work but the band played extra funky when they saw me there dancing. then came the party with lots of new people and new social analysis and some other less sophisticated conversation. paulo, julie, ehron, and jon visited much to my surprise and stayed for almost the entire weekend in a tent outside the house as makeshift neighbors. Daniel and I were the very last two awake watching the sun rise from under a blanket and sitting inside a misty morning, hand in hand and laughing at everything.
My birthday was so large and loud! So many people came and it was such a lovely time, sans the headache in the morning. Catie and Rod even came by with reinforcements, and it seemed as though everyone I knew in Jacksonville was there to wish me well and spend a sunday night drinking strawberry margaritas. i have never felt as if i had many friends, but on my birthday they were all there to tell me they loved me, and i don't think they understand just how much that means. Daniel stayed the night when he had class at 10 AM and slept on the living room floor with me, soft kisses and big spoon and silly infatuation adjectives and verbs.
going to try again to see Umphrey's next week and roll. i love love love joey beyond what i thought my heart could stretch. thank you world for being lovely, although i will not thank you school for being so fucking hard!
So... I'm a lot less grumpy than I was this morning. I finally finished my paper on Structuralism, although it's not a full two pages. I think it'll be fine. Who cares how Torodov uses Saussures concepts in order to analyze narrative plot?!?! Gah.
So, I have to work tonight, still have a few more classes today. I have a french oral exam tomorrow, then I have Literary theory, band, meeting, then I get to sleep in on Friday morning. Woot!
I hope i get my grade back for my political science (foreign policy) exam. I'm not sure how I did.
I'm super busy and I've been grumpy to Rueben. Sorry, dear!
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2009 13 February :: 5.35pm
:: Mood: bored
:: Music: Kings of Leon - Closer
...what now?
The maturity of the password I have for this journal. That's what I get for getting a friend to reset it for me when my internet was down and someone had discovered my password.
Will I tell you what it is? Nope~
Will I change it? Heck no!
Rueben, I'm sitting up at a computer on the fourth floor of the library by the big windows because our phones don't work. Again.
Ahhh. I also forgot my literary theory book. See, I thought I was suppose to write a paper on this horrible forty page article about reader response theory and it turns out it's on the eleven page less scary one that I actually understood, except the only problem is that I didn't bring my book, so I can't do that paper. But, I did do my paper that is due on Friday for my Victorian Literature and Thought class, so I'm a little ahead, but still behind :(
It's super nice out today and I feel like I want to be outside but I'm stuck in here in the library because that's where Rueben knows I will be because our phones don't work because SOMEBODY didn't pay the bill. I guess we probably should have checked that out after what happened last time. Oh well. I think I'll go through and plan my future now. I'm not doing French anymore. Well, I am. I'm in French 102 this semester, but I'm NOT fulfilling my BA requirement and taking a whole nother year of it and killing myself. No siree. So, that means that I'm switching to a Bachelor of Science which won't be quite so bad and I really only have english class, political science classes and three science classes to take for it. Yippee.
AHH. I'm sick, too. bah. I'm feeling better since I wrote my paper and I know that it's fanfuckingtastic. I feel a little crazy right now. AHH. Woohudotcom. bah. Fifty more minutes until Rueben is done with his lab. Then I can go to the store, get my pills, buy some cookies, go home, write my other paper, maybe, go to uband, go to the concert, go home, go to bed, go to class, go to work, go home, go to bed......
response to teh fil and jess.
Dear Professor Wiese,
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'm in love with your cat. I think I realized it when I finally changed my underwear under the bus, and I saw you carve your initials into the elephant in the corner. I'm sure you're open enough to understand that Santa doesn't exist. I'm returning your Hannah Montana underwear to you, but I'll keep Your photo with the mustache drawn on it as a memory. You should also know that I get sick when I think of your feet and that the apartment building is on fire.
I've not visited woohu for a looooong time. Nor Bzoink for that matter. Only I just got a friend removal prompt from bzoink from someone that came after I left and so ended up there and then ended up here.
[swats at cobwebs]
I might kinda be thinking about revamping this thing again. After all, I did pay $2 for it. XD
Andy. I think you're about the only person on my friends lists that's still around. o__o; Erm... hi!
"Look at a day when you were supremely satisfied at the end. It is not a day where you lounged around doing nothing; it is when you've had everything do do, and you've done it."
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2009 14 January :: 1.59am
:: Music: cut tags...........
You Oughtta Know....
1. I put my iTunes on shuffle.
2. For each question, I pressed the "forward" button to get my answer.
3. I WROTE THAT SONG NAME DOWN, NO MATTER HOW SILLY IT SOUNDED! I also added some commentary, where I liked. Read more..
ode to jacob.
i'm not driving you home so that you can see the girl you hurt me for. i have done so much for you and your family in the past week alone and i am not your errand girl.
selfish ass. do not assume that i am driving you anywhere. i love your brother but i do not love you.
sorry my last entry was so boring. but i was still gratified by the result of my efforts. and considering the length of the finished product, i was pleased by the swiftness with which the endeavor was executed.
"the point is not to see how high you can get."
i should probably start to consider this during my recreational time.
but in case i don't, and you happen to find me dead in a gutter somewhere, please call my mom and tell her that she was right all along. and that i won't be returning her steam cleaner, as i am deceased.
she'll have to pick it up sometime after the visitation.
