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[Nov. 3rd, 2005|12:52 am] |
The other day, I had this conversation with a leaf.
We didn't actually talk, but rather, I saw it and picked it off the branch.
It was a conversation of life and death.
There were plenty on the ground, but I wanted that one.
They said we're supposed to have a short fall this year, with the summer
being so dry and all.. the fall leaves wouldn't last long.
So, this great flaming evanescent being.
I didn't have to stop, I was actually late for class.. but I did.
It was gorgeous, I stepped toward the tree.. slow wonder of the swiftly
turning colors, the selection.. the taking.
And then, like a simple transaction at the grocery store, in my
hands walking along.. the life force slowly ebbing away.
Like a shot to the stomach.
Maybe it was never alive at all.
But In the moment that I tugged at that fragile green flame, that I slowly
ripped it from its womb, we spoke.
'I'm sorry'
It merely grimaced. |
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| hajimemashite |
[Oct. 28th, 2005|02:13 am] |
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| | erratic click clack of keys | ] |
sleep.. rescue me.
moved car, french onion soup.
Put the wrong type of croutons in,
so the result was a rather mushy mish-mash
of mozzarella, salad croutons and soup.
watched love-letter at Lin-san's house
kinoo. Ogenkidesuka?
went to neat theatre piece today,
out and about in america.
i wrote that i was asexual on my questionnaire,
i think i was honest.
there's a strange beeping sound accompanying
my typing. gotta install the dvd rip programs
for jeremy, alas, and buy dvds. tres cher n'est pas?
un examen de francais aujourd'hui,
je ne l'ai etudie.
i don't think i like that strange tired, weightless
disoriented feeling you get when you nap in the
early afternoon.. wobbles about the circadian
rhythms for the rest of the evening.
Strange dreams usually, lost sense of time.
Maybe the vanilla smell will return, and the sunshine. |
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| wet hair |
[Oct. 26th, 2005|01:26 am] |
Ahh.
Just got off the phone with Mom, of course she hasn't done anything yet about the whole Jazzie thing. I just wish she were less careless, more thoughtful etc. She went and agreed to have me pick J up in Peoria 100 miles, drive her to Chicago on Friday 200 miles, miscellaneous Chicago ferrying?, and go back that way Sunday..
And there's a bus too that she usually takes, that's cheaper than gas would be but no.. let's arbitarily get Jennifer to drive around most of the state, just because it gives Mom the opportunity to chat happy at family gatherings about how close they are even though they're at separate schools. I didn't see her that often even when we DID go to the same highschool, I don't blame her.. we both had insane busy schedules.
But ever since grandma died things haven't been the same between us, and I'm tired of being the one who tries to initiate things. Maybe her Mom didn't tell her the truth, maybe she blames me somehow, or maybe nothing of the sort.
But of course, when J finally calls me i'm all "I'm not sure, but I don't think it'll be too far out of the way". And of course, come Friday, I will have convinced myself that it really isn't.. that maybe things will be different with us now, and I don't really need to sleep.. it's overrated anyway. I'm grouchy right now anyway.
I got one single derned question wrong on my quiz today.. it was only 10 questions long, I know, pathetic.. but I studied for like 3 hours on 25 vocab words yesterday. This isn't exactly equal returns. Maybe I need to go about my study methods differently? Hitoride benkiyooshimasu? Nah, just more isumo.
French was a little uncomfortable today. I don't know how, but sometimes I just seem to become 'teacher's pet' without consciously doing anything. Ok.. I didn't say teacher's pet, Mike did. I honestly like and respect my teacher. It could be that I'm the only one that treats her like a normal human being? Maybe it's cause I'm polite? Maybe it was the creme brulee recipe? Oh well, I don't care, other people can think whatever they want to think. It's just a little discerning that people think that I act a certain way just for grades. So.. phony. Hmm.. maybe I should have traced the eytmology of that word, I would probably feel a lot more passionate about my paper then. I think the rough draft is due sometime this week? arf?
Grr.. I just found out that November 7th will be my defining day.
Japanese Midterm # 2
Extraterrestrial Life Presentation
Some sort of paper due in something
Nandesuka?
'm really going to need the midnight Harry Potter premier. The movie looks like it's gonna be great, and I've definitely got my hopes up. It'll be fun with everybody, big big potter fans. I watched the new Weezer music videos yesterday. I was saddened. They were neat, I suppose, but just so --staged--? Rivers undressed for the first few moments was certainly interesting. I think the future of our love is dependent on me not seeing him disrobed. It's too weird. I'm such a creepy nerd, I read his blog. I've got this whole idea of him in my head, and I suppose I don't like the videos because it seems to contradict everything that he is having his readers (and there are many) believe about him. Would he go to such an elaborate ruse? Heh, probably.. that would amuse me too.. in a sad way.
Watched the rest of Season 2 Alias.. the season finale was fantastic.. but I'm still undecided on how I feel about the ending developments. I sort of had an idea of what was coming, but, it was introduced in such an off-kilter way. J.J Abrams is delightfully geeky.
Gonna have a Japanese movie night tomorrow, will have to tidy up the room a bit. Will I be able to convince Katie to put her shoes in her closest? Who knows? See dramatic conclusion tomorrow.
Hair dry now, gonna skedaddle off to bed. Sleepy time. |
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| gloomy monday |
[Oct. 24th, 2005|11:04 pm] |
Skipped Semantics today.
Don't know why I did, since it took considerably more effort to leave FLB
and walk back to Allen through the cold than it would have to just
sit there for fifteen minutes until class started.
Sometimes I feel like that class is slowly sucking my soul into some
dark computational linguistic abyss. Then again, sometimes I think the subject's
this difficult fascinating thing that is just beyond my grasp.. not because
I'm too dumb (which I probably am), but because I don't try hard enough.
But I romanticize everything.
I ended up coming back to the room, sitting at my desk for a while,
and ultimately taking a short hot shower. I really think the only times I
ever feel really alive and aware are those few moments right after a shower,
when you can feel the slight chill of the air against your skin but
you're still warm enough from the water not to mind it.
Weird.
Sometimes I wonder whether or not I'm a phony. Even now, typing this, as thousands
of other people are doing this, am I specifically writing these words out in
a way that will give people an intended impression of me, or is this an accurate
assessment of my ongoing thought tracts? Most likely both. Am I happy and cheerful
because I honestly feel that way, or is it because I don't know how else to be?
I've got entirely too much Japanese vocabulary to memorize.
It's crazy like German: gatsukookarauchimadearuitekaerimasu means to go home by foot..
that's right, one crazy @$$ long word.
Presentations in Astronomy today.. they were neat. Looney dude is in Hawaii.. lucky lucky.
I managed to stay awake in Language History.. I know not how. Rachael and Maryam
weren't there today. My arch-nemisis was though.. this really annoying blonde
girl that sits in the front row. Last Friday I went to a different discussion section,
which of course happened to be this girls.. sooo grating on the nerves. She's one of
those people that have to vocally comment about every single thing in class, and mind
you, it's a large 200 person lecture, so when someone is responding to every point
in the lecture as if it were being given to her alone.. it's grating. It's so annoying when students think they know more than the Professor and are obviously wrong.
I like to speculate.. that she's deeply insecure, and is constantly exercising her vocal apparatus so that people never get the opportunity to ask her questions, because she's afraid of appearing angsty and normal and.. human.
Grrr.. yeah, I'm ranting. Hehe, Linda would knife her.
Had Dinner with Katie and Judy. Ben and one of his friends from highschools found us.
Yup.. that was interesting. He's certainly a character, and Rachael and Katie abhor him, which is always a hoot.
Studied flashcards with Judy for a looong while. I think I've got most of them down pat. Starting to get sleepy.. still so early.
Maybe rejection of life's sufferings is really the best way to go?
Will see where getting in touch with my inner Buddha gets me. |
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| le week-end |
[Oct. 23rd, 2005|11:06 pm] |
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| | faint miscellaneous voices in the hallway | ] |
At my desk right now.. I really should be doing the french that I forgot to turn in on Friday (which was technically due Thurs), maybe I'll be sneaky enough and get it into my TA's mailbox so ninjaly-like that my lapse of memory will never be discovered.
Arvin Sloane is a diety of some sort.
I came to that conclusion after several episodes of Season 2 Alias today.
That man is just always on top, amazingly so, Gosh I love him.
I've got a Chapter Quiz in Japanese.. I really need to study more for that class, since I like everyone in it so much and I don't want them to think I'm an idiot. I normally pick up language-y things quickly enough, but I've been spending the absolute least amount of time possible to coast by in my class.
Friday: Ahhh! Two midterms! Semantics was tear-inducing.. of course it would focus on general quantitive theory, the area I am least versed it. Astronomy was alright, I made my essay concerning the origins of the universe as amusing as possible.. which is easy since it is such an awesome fun class. Came back to the dorm and Katie, Rachael, and I watched more Alias/Lost.. We went over the Mustafa's apartment later and had dinner, he's a good cook. Searching for parking was quite an adventure, reeaaally glad my car wasn't towed. Kt, and Rachael and I played a drinking game of some sort (which is fantastic, since I don't drink other people were taking my shots for me out the goodness of their hearts). Lots of smoke and such, not my style.
Saturday: Went to Japan House for tea with Judy and some of my section B gang. The house and the surrounding gardens are just gorgeous. The house is sort of hidden from the road by trees, and in the back there are just acres and acres of rolling meadows. Nice contemplative sort of place. Over the lake we could see the medieval club fitted out in their Lord Of The Rings gear having some sort of war in the treeline. I remember just standing there in amused bewilderment for a while.. amid the cries of homecoming cook out people, medieval battle cries, and polite japanese banter.
We stalked out sensei for a while, he's so sweet ;) We headed to Basil Thai for lunch, yummy as usual. It was so odd learning my classmates' first names, I don't think I'll be able to remember them. They'll forever be Stoica-san, and Sloane-san, etc. Just like Mulder will always be Mulder, and not Fox. Later than night Yaneth and Yesenia came by, everybody (sans moi) got a bit tipsy and we wandered over to Canopy. Soooo cold outside. Dancing in smoky bars while under the influence aren't really high on my list of fun things to do, but I went along anyway. I don't know why I don't enjoy it, I don't know why I don't want to drink, or do drugs, or etc. Indulgences lead to weakness. I think I feel that altering my perception with foreign substances would be like betraying myself. I am how I simply am, and I'm happy with that.. but I really wonder sometimes if there are other things holding me back that I'm not cognizant of. I've been thinking about going to the Vipassana retreat. It will probably be difficult, but not much different than how I normally live.. other than the complete silence, which contradicts with my whole 'becoming a linguist'.
I stumbled over Rachael's internet cord and knocked her laptop off of the top bunk. It was dented up pretty good on the side and she couldn't get her power cord to plug in. I felt terrible. I would be heart broken too if that was my computer. Just when I think I'm getting over my clumsy stage, I go and boggle up something. I tried to hammer the dent back in today while Katie was in the shower and fixed it up enough so that it could charge, but it doesn't look the same. I offered to pay for repairing her powerbook, but she either thought I wasn't sincere or really didn't want to take it in someplace and wait again. Rachael moved back up into her room today too. It's relieving to have a bit more space back, but it was nice.. like a permanent slumber party. But after a while things got too crowded and messy, and I can't really concentrate when things are in cluttered about, in juxtaposition to Katie, who I'm beginning to discern can't concentrate unless they are. I love Katie, but everyday there are more and more differences. I've asked her to be more careful, particulaly with things that are mine/partly mine, but alas.. I'm just tired of people not cleaning up after themselves, in every sense of the word. I get a call occassionally from Kristin, I really don't know what will become of her. I think I made a big step.. I told her that I can't always come to her rescue and fix things, but she didn't take that so well.
I promise my voice teacher that I'd go to her Met audition today, but she never e-mailed me back the time and place. I think she told me at our last lesson, but I forgot it. I know she probably won't be upset over it, but I still feel bad.
I've got to learn to be less sensitive to things. I probably take things the wrong way. I think I've got to learn to grow up, or grow down, whichever way is most adaptive. I think I've been completely conditioned by the statutes of my society. Am I a yes-man/woman? Am I emo? Heh.. |
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| I wrote some porn today.. |
[Oct. 20th, 2005|09:37 pm] |
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| | katie's frantic typing | ] |
1:55:58 PM starbuckjb: delilah beauregard is in the midst of seducing the unaware mailman while carrying a large satchel of cuttlefish
53:52
in the garden, she will drop the bag
54:04
and they will have hot passionate violent love amid the flopping cuttlefish
54:34
several will be crushed
54:37
but they will not notice
55:16
and then you and katie come
55:22
there will be an orgy scene
1:56:15 PM starbuckjb: which will end with katie running distraughtly
1:56:24 PM starbuckjb: for she accidentally inhaled a fishie
1:56:30 PM starbuckjb: and you will eat the remains
1:56:40 PM blackorbofdeath: ewwwwwwwww
1:56:44 PM blackorbofdeath: I DON'T LIKE THIS STORY
1:56:51 PM blackorbofdeath: FISH AND SEX
1:56:52 PM starbuckjb: for the fish will have been cooked by the eat of your collective lovemaking
1:56:52 PM blackorbofdeath: EWWWW
1:56:59 PM starbuckjb: *heat
1:56:59 PM blackorbofdeath: EWWWWWWW
1:57:03 PM blackorbofdeath: ewwwwie
1:57:06 PM blackorbofdeath: MAKE IT STOP
1:57:08 PM blackorbofdeath: EWWWWW
1:57:10 PM blackorbofdeath: no more
1:57:11 PM blackorbofdeath: NO MORE
1:57:13 PM starbuckjb: and then katie will return
1:57:16 PM starbuckjb: with a mongoose
1:57:24 PM starbuckjb: who will eat the remainder of the fish
1:57:30 PM starbuckjb: and whatever snakes there are in the garden
1:57:31 PM blackorbofdeath: ...ok
1:57:34 PM blackorbofdeath: alright
1:57:34 PM starbuckjb: and then will attack the milk man
1:57:37 PM blackorbofdeath: that aowrks me me
1:57:38 PM starbuckjb: for he will still be naked
1:57:38 PM blackorbofdeath: OH NO
1:57:41 PM blackorbofdeath: NOT THE MILKMAN
1:57:50 PM starbuckjb: much cream will be spilt
1:57:59 PM starbuckjb: glass bottles unrepairable
1:57:59 PM blackorbofdeath: you're so dirty
1:58:10 PM starbuckjb: you know you like it
1:58:19 PM blackorbofdeath: ;)
1:58:40 PM starbuckjb: what's kt doing?
1:59:14 PM blackorbofdeath: oooh
1:59:20 PM blackorbofdeath: she's touching you!
1:59:22 PM blackorbofdeath: NOOOOO
1:59:23 PM blackorbofdeath: NOOOOO
1:59:26 PM blackorbofdeath: I'M SO JEALOUS
1:59:27 PM blackorbofdeath: STOP
1:59:28 PM starbuckjb: oh.. we wore than touch
1:59:30 PM blackorbofdeath: oh, better
1:59:32 PM blackorbofdeath: MOO-OOOOO
1:59:34 PM blackorbofdeath: errr
1:59:35 PM blackorbofdeath: nooooooo
1:59:40 PM starbuckjb: *more
1:59:49 PM blackorbofdeath: MOOOOOOOOO
1:59:52 PM starbuckjb: phoneme exchange error
2:00:06 PM blackorbofdeath: yeah
8:00:54 PM starbuckjb: I want to rip off your clothes
8:01:02 PM greyfable: go for it
8:01:04 PM starbuckjb: she softly whispered into the milk man's ear
8:01:11 PM starbuckjb: but Katie's mongoose has eaten all the cuttlefish
8:01:13 PM starbuckjb: what do we do?
8:01:17 PM starbuckjb: we can buy squid!
8:01:39 PM starbuckjb: but I so badly want to take both rachael and katie at this very moment in the garden, replied the milkman
8:01:53 PM starbuckjb: well.. they're preoccupied at the moment, delilah seductively whispered
8:02:30 PM starbuckjb: the milkman turned and started to watch the well-endowed ladies romping in the courtyard
8:03:52 PM starbuckjb: Dear God, I think they've found the peeps, he gasped in awe
8:04:39 PM starbuckjb: delilah turned and watched as Katie slowly dangled tantalizing pink confections into Rachael's ruby mouth
8:04:57 PM starbuckjb: suddenly, a dark stranger appeared
8:05:05 PM starbuckjb: and who, might you be, strange fellow?
8:05:11 PM starbuckjb: tittered delilah
8:05:29 PM starbuckjb: Ma'am, much obliged, I'm Mal Reynolds, captain of the serenity
8:05:33 PM starbuckjb: the large object in your garden
8:07:52 PM starbuckjb: Oh my, she continued in her singsong voice.. I just thought that was one of dear Milkie's devices
8:07:59 PM starbuckjb: I was wondering when we'd get around to utilizing it
8:08:09 PM starbuckjb: Well ma'am, anytime you're ready
8:08:18 PM starbuckjb: Oh I do declare, how engrossing!
8:08:36 PM starbuckjb: Oh.. you will be.. he continued darkly
8:08:48 PM starbuckjb: but miss, I might ask, who are those enchanting ladies having a go in the garden?
8:08:53 PM starbuckjb: I think we need to include them in our fun
8:09:02 PM starbuckjb: and you, mr. milk man, should get out of dodge
8:09:26 PM starbuckjb: but, Mal, come on
8:09:30 PM starbuckjb: you heard me Milkman
8:09:36 PM starbuckjb: but Mal.. grrr.. I'll be in my bunk
8:09:52 PM starbuckjb: The Milkman gave Mal an imploring look
8:09:57 PM starbuckjb: Ok then, you can stay too Jayne
8:10:39 PM starbuckjb: Jayne's eyes glittered in desire
8:10:47 PM starbuckjb: Ok.. I want the curly haired one
8:10:54 PM starbuckjb: with the orange peeps
8:11:08 PM starbuckjb: That's fine, I want you all.. continued Mal
8:11:21 PM starbuckjb: But Sir, is that right rain?
8:11:27 PM starbuckjb: yes, Jayne.. it is
8:11:30 PM starbuckjb: Now.. I order you to be sexy
8:11:48 PM starbuckjb: With pleasure!
8:11:57 PM starbuckjb: Jayne began to remove his milkman outfit
8:12:11 PM starbuckjb: revealing an inner crotchless jumpsuit with a large blue sun over a particular area
8:12:56 PM starbuckjb: Mal cleared his throat ::ahem::, peep girls.. I think you need to see this magnificent sun rise
8:13:34 PM starbuckjb: Katie and Rachael bounded over a la nude
8:14:55 PM starbuckjb: M-m-mmmal??
8:14:58 PM starbuckjb: JAYNE!
8:15:00 PM starbuckjb: screamed Katie
8:15:07 PM starbuckjb: and she promptly tackled him down
8:15:41 PM starbuckjb: Now now girls
8:15:45 PM starbuckjb: we need to be fair about this
8:16:00 PM starbuckjb: we'll be easy and draw straws
8:16:03 PM starbuckjb: ok.. they simpered
8:16:10 PM starbuckjb: where's delilah, katie asked?
8:16:17 PM starbuckjb: oh.. I figured she needed to visit the preacher
8:16:23 PM starbuckjb: that woman was itchin' something mad
8:17:43 PM starbuckjb: Ok.. so, I've got two sticks
8:17:46 PM starbuckjb: No.. not those sticks
8:17:51 PM starbuckjb: poky sticksw
8:18:24 PM starbuckjb: big stick gets me.. short stick.. gets, and most appropriately, Jayne
8:18:34 PM starbuckjb: Now Mal.. no playin' now, that ain't right
My first.. (and last?) foray into erotic im fiction... |
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| kenny rogers & george lucas are stuck in my head in a seriously creepy darth gambler combination |
[May. 16th, 2005|01:24 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  busy | ] |
| [ | music |
| | the whirr of the portable electric space heater | ] |
Woweeeee! My, did time fly!
I'm currently back in sweet home Chicago, and
brrr it's cold up here. Let's see, eeek,
I gotta update from last Wednesday. Wow,
it really is quite mentally taxing to think
that far back.
Ok Thursday:
I stayed up all Wednesday night watching a nice X-Files marathon on TNT and went to bed at about
8am, and subsequently slept till about 2 or 3 the next day. I hate sleepin' through the day,
I always feel all out-of-sorts when I finally do get up and about. Alors, as I was in the process
of getting dressed in my closet, Rachael and her friend Joe came over. :) Joe brought me
a Lucasfilm t-shirt he got from Skywalker Ranch (SKYWALKER EFFING RANCH?!!!) for he had told me
the day before or something like that of his great adventure there. I got very excited, lots of hopping,
think I scared 'em? Oh well, then we went off to Basil Thai and there cute wittle Rachael
pre-college stories were told, origami Pikachu dramatically reinacted the infamous Voldermort/Pikachu slash fic,
and we practiced our Darth Sidious voices. Then, we pondered ambushing Lucas' apartment to cook
for dinner later, but the idea didn't work out for he had already packed up his cooking utensils. We even
concocted a big scheme involving our seeing Patrick jogging shirtless with "LUCAS" tatooed to his chest
as a ploy to get to his kitchen (though, hehe, he believed us, but I felt guilty and enlightened
him to the truth the next day I believe). Ok, so after Basil Thai we went to Rachael's room and played MonkeyBall!
Monkeys! OMG! You throw them around! Make Them FLy! Roll them around in little *gasps* Hamster balls! We played this other music game, but goshers, the MONKEYS! Then we went to Rentertainment and spent about an hour tryin' to pick out a movie. Ok, I'm horrible at making decisions (though not ones involving universal domination
and rule), but after much tinkering around and gazing in awe at their glorious selection (they have a whole wall
devoted to Star Trek, oodles of international films, anime, etc. wowza) Joe *picked* Snatch! We found Katie on the way back to FAR, and stole the big screen, but ahhh! It was like a meat locker! We all had to get quilts and
such cause it was freeeeeeeezing! Snatch was great, squeaking dog *AWE*, I couldn't understand a work Brad
Pitt was saying at all!(grr, some linguist I am). Katie left after the movie? Methinks? We got Who Framed
Roger Rabbit? from the Front Desk, but didn't get through the whole thing cause we wussies were fallin' asleep.
I think it was a little after 3 when I noticed Rachael was quite gone, so Joe and I decided to wake her up so
she could sleep in her bed back in PAR, but when we tried to get her up she looked at the both of us in absolute
horror? and hid back under her comforter.
I found out the next day that she though Joe and I were Marybeth and Alan, and that we had either: killed her and
were planning what to do with the body, or about to kill her, arf?
Eh, you weirdo Gwarr.
Ok, shall resume update later. |
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| so this is it? |
[May. 11th, 2005|11:30 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  bored | ] |
| [ | music |
| | Que Onda Guero - Beck | ] |
Alors, maintenant, je suis en train de faire ma chambre.
It feels so strange, so empty, to have no pressing matters
of academic urgence, no more finals, no more papers,
projects or presentations.. I'm sure in a few days
I'll accept no other way of life and be livin' it up
drinkin' pina coladas and snooozin. :D
Last night Rachael and I had an X-Files marathon in
the lounge with the big screen after dinner. Pauvre
Katie had to go study for an evil final, moohaha,
no more pour moi! We decided at about 4 in the morning
that we should probably make it a night, and just
sleep on the couches, and so I got my pillow and
little lumberjack blanket from upstairs and prepared to
camp out.. but alas, twas too warm for comfort
and we went back to our respective rooms.
Woke up 11ish cause Tasha had the tv on. Oprah, mtv,
bet, tnt, I know not what? I read a little bit of Lolita,
took a shower, and then Gwarr and Damnhait came over.
We went to dinner (I ate some potatoes, still don't have
much of an appetite) and then they helped/watched
me pack up most of my room. Dad got here about 7ish,
in tow with Joe and Gladys, and we got my fridge,
wheely container thingie, and most of my room into the
van and station wagon. It twas quite frigid outside,
so it twas not fun transporting things in shorts.
We moved the car, I don't want another ticket, and
then we picked up Rachael and Katie, and my DDR
Pads (I miss yoU DDR!) from Par and went to Steak N' Shake.
Dad headed back to Benton at about 10ish.
So, I find myself back to the beginning, or the end,
however one wants to look at it. I know not how I shall
spend the rest of my eve? Everybody's still caught up
in projects of final exams, and it tis thunder storming
outside, so I think I should find a nice book or
movie. |
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| ick.. finals.. bronchitis, etc. |
[May. 10th, 2005|01:16 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  contemplative | ] |
| [ | music |
| | faint jerry springer background music | ] |
Ok, just started this livejournal thingie.
Maybe I'll remember to actually update this one.
I don't know how many countless random
blogs/e-mail/etc. accounts I've made and abandoned..
Sad like wet kittens in the middle of the kitchen,
staring forlornly at a bucket of tomatoes..
Today I must:
- study for japanese culture final (7-10pm)
- take icky big pills
- start packing up my room (sniffles, farewell chambana!)
- make little origami things for friends
Luc called a little earlier, he just got his skydiving
DVD from *patrick*, the love of his life. Hehe, I can't
wait to see it.. he forgot to pull his parachute rope
in all of the excitement of hurtling down towards the
earth from 11,000 feet at 125mph.
I still sound like Darth Sidious. So, I probably
will have to resort to miming to Rachael/Katie today,
which I'm sure will be much to their amusement.
I must take medicine, and read now!
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