I was playing when I had things to do

One more thing

It is so fucking hot! I swear it was 90 degrees today. What will that mean for the summer?


Okay, two more.


Officially, spring has sprung. Two separate times today I have seen doves mating in my backyard.

Signing off until Saturday

This week is going to be hellacious! So I won't be back until the big day. Until then look at my flickr.

Will you be my verb?

Really great things come to me when I am driving along at night. When I get out of the car I can hear the woosh of the thoughts leaving my head and the feeling is gone, gone, gone.

But here are some:

I was thinking of some time ago when Kyle and I were broken up. I was dating this guy Corley and I were friends with in high school. We'll call him Stephen. Stephen had the unfortunate job of staying up with me. I was on a serious depression diet with no eating or sleeping and somehow my body continued to function normally. So, in the middle of the night, about 3, we would drive down Mopac a six lane highway that is empty at night listening to Pink Floyd Wish You Were Here and I would swerve the car back and forth through three lanes to the music. Now you may be thinking you crazy asshole. But I will tell you something- it feels so good. It was similar to being rocked in a cradle.

This story made me think that my life is punctuated by my break ups with Kyle. But that wasn't sufficient. My life is punctuated by my time apart from Kyle. My young life before I met him is the adverb that modifies my whole sentence. Right now we haven't reached the predicate we are still in this achingly long nominal clause. There are a few commas. Kyle is my subject and my verb. I do adore him.

Here is another thought. How lame am I. I go to my my space, view my profile to listen to the music.

Now you can too: myspace.com/youthinkyouaresospecial

Did I mention I have been drinking?

Baby, do you understand me now? Sometimes I feel a little mad.

Sometime I think life is too hard for me. I'm just going to give in. If I stop fighting and just file in behind all the other faceless idiots things would be so much easier for me. Why can't I just go to the movies to see Step Up 2 and be happy with that? Or believe that things will change if a Democrat is elected? Or that anything or anybody can fix this sinking ship we call the economy?

I think I have become too jaded. I believe nothing. I believe in nothing. I assume everyone is either lying or misinformed. But I look them straight in the face and nod.

Every Friday I hang out with friends I used to work with at a tattoo shop. We were talking about sororities and fraternities. There were some kids there getting tattooed. They were all 18. I say I don't really see the benefits of sororities. This girl, of course, says, "Networking". Oh, I had never heard that before. What do you say to that? Do I unleash like I want to? I say, "That is what everybody says, but I don't know if that's true." She says something that I didn't hear so I didn't say another word. What I wanted to say was, "That is just something adults lie to you about. It is similar to the lies they tell you about everyone being equal and your vote counting. But you don't need to worry about those things. You just go watch Step Up 2."

You know what they say about the size of the feats...

It means your really tired afterwards.


I am attempting to defy time itself and accomplish NaBloPoMo March list challenge.

Now, I'm not promising to actually accomplish, only to try.

I have a note book where I write things, random, weird things. I think I may write lists then scan them for an interesting twist. Hand written. You like it? You can tell me no.

(I am so, so funny. Or maybe so-so funny?)

Sundays

I have had the best Sunday. I woke up late and started to do my homework. It was sunny and cool out so Kyle was working on the garden. I hung laundry on the clothesline while the dogs played in the yard. Then I sat and read Call of the Wild outside in the breeze (I wish I was reading something with a little less animal violence, but I didn't choose the reading list for my American Realism class).

THE million dollar question

Do you think David Caruso's neck hurts when he is done shooting CSI: Miami?

He is always looking down and to the side. What the hell is going on? Does he have a crick? I like to imagine that he thinks he looks the best looking down and to the side so he won't let them do a scene unless his neck is in an awkward position.

You haven't noticed have you?

Next time watch for the neck action!

I can do it. I can.

This week is eating my lunch in a big way. BIG. I had a quiz today. Tomorrow I have a pretty heinous test (if a word is spelled wrong the whole question is wrong). Friday is the worst. I have an English grammar test. Then in my class after that I have to write a 300-350 word composition IN SPANISH. It is a 50 minute class and I will only be able to use an outline I created.

I have to study and prepare for both of those shit things on Valentine's Day.

I guess they never heard that kicking someone while they're down isn't very cool.

I just keep repeating, "I can do it. I can do it. I can. I can. I can. I can. I can."

Pet Peeves

1. What I like to call "sorority chic". A pair of Nike running shorts (if it is cold leggings under them), and boat shoes, and one of the thousands of sorority t-shirts they have.
Yeah! I know! Horrible!

2. The idea in commercials that if you call your product something else it automatically makes it true. Example: Wendy's commercial says, "It isn't fast food it is Wendy's." Weight Watchers has a, "Don't diet. Do Weight Watchers" add. Like we are all so dumb we think, OH! NOBODY IS BUYING IT ASSHOLES.

3. I've always had this thing about ice trays. Empty ice trays in the freezer don't make ice. Empty ice trays out of the freezer don't make ice. Wouldn't you love to live with me? Let's all take a moment and honor my dear sweet Kyle for putting up with my asshole-ism.

4. When I was looking for pictures of boat shoes I came across two pairs of shoes I want. One I wouldn't have any place to wear. The others I think would go fabulously with the wedding dress. The pet peeve is that I don't have a job, therefore should not spend over $100 on a pair of shoes. Oh, but aren't they lovely.

Since last time

I made the Dean's List. Magna Cum Laude.

I'm so painfully tired of school. I'm not sure how I'm going to make it another minute.

Test on Tuesday.