I am so caffeinated I don't even know what I'm saying anymore.
twenty-two hours ago I was awoken by the sound of what I thought was my window cracking against some intense wind but was actually just hail. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT GLORIOUS AND RARE and now my life is centered around
-the mosquito I can't find
-the kitty in my lap
-the frogs skrweeling outside and
-the deer I saw at the nature center today
and in English major news:
-when I woke up I had "The Second Coming" stuck in my head, yeah that's fucking right, the poem was stuck in my head. while it was thunderstorming to end the world and the wind was gusting at 74 mph. oh yes bitch I know that poem better than I know.. your MOM.
-upon rereading Fight Club and watching the movie for the ten trillionth time I had an epiphany of sorts. I suddenly figured out what my honors project would be, after all these four weeks of premature and non-intense deliberation. huzzah!
stay tuned for further developments, and/or join the English Majors group for heady intellectual discussion on this and other crap.
suddenly I am tired but.
in people news!
-I still stand by the statement that ex-boyfriends are big wet douchebags, no matter how "innately nice" they are. I am officially 100% turned off to intimate relationships. but being that the PMS is in full throttle, I'm ungodly horny. queue up, you bastards.
-I dreamed about one of my favorite people for the first time last night and it turned out she dreamed about me too. for the first time. and there was another dreamish mind-meld last week so I'm pretty sure I would make out with her if she were the least bit attracted to me. or I to her. mostly I'm just intimidated by her awesomeness and/or legs that are as tall as I am.
-grocery store hanger-outers-in stare a lot when they see a shirt that says "asthma is sexy"
asthma is sexy unless you are my dad, cigar-smoking bastard who does the nebulizer twice a day and spends the rest of his time wheezing and being a big whiner about it. MY asthma, on the other hand, is completely under control, which is what makes it so sexy.
good crapping fuck, I should just delete this whole thing except the first sentence.
NEVER
THE
LESS.
twenty-two hours ago I was awoken by the sound of what I thought was my window cracking against some intense wind but was actually just hail. IT WAS BEAUTIFUL MAGNIFICENT GLORIOUS AND RARE and now my life is centered around
-the mosquito I can't find
-the kitty in my lap
-the frogs skrweeling outside and
-the deer I saw at the nature center today
and in English major news:
-when I woke up I had "The Second Coming" stuck in my head, yeah that's fucking right, the poem was stuck in my head. while it was thunderstorming to end the world and the wind was gusting at 74 mph. oh yes bitch I know that poem better than I know.. your MOM.
-upon rereading Fight Club and watching the movie for the ten trillionth time I had an epiphany of sorts. I suddenly figured out what my honors project would be, after all these four weeks of premature and non-intense deliberation. huzzah!
stay tuned for further developments, and/or join the English Majors group for heady intellectual discussion on this and other crap.
suddenly I am tired but.
in people news!
-I still stand by the statement that ex-boyfriends are big wet douchebags, no matter how "innately nice" they are. I am officially 100% turned off to intimate relationships. but being that the PMS is in full throttle, I'm ungodly horny. queue up, you bastards.
-I dreamed about one of my favorite people for the first time last night and it turned out she dreamed about me too. for the first time. and there was another dreamish mind-meld last week so I'm pretty sure I would make out with her if she were the least bit attracted to me. or I to her. mostly I'm just intimidated by her awesomeness and/or legs that are as tall as I am.
-grocery store hanger-outers-in stare a lot when they see a shirt that says "asthma is sexy"
asthma is sexy unless you are my dad, cigar-smoking bastard who does the nebulizer twice a day and spends the rest of his time wheezing and being a big whiner about it. MY asthma, on the other hand, is completely under control, which is what makes it so sexy.
good crapping fuck, I should just delete this whole thing except the first sentence.
NEVER
THE
LESS.
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By the way, grammar and language are two of my favorite things.. and I'm noticing a similarity with you.
That.. is neat. *nod*
Oh.. I LOVE Eddie Izzard. If you're going to study ANYONE'S speech patterns, it should most certainly be his, I feel.
I decided long ago that I'm going to marry Eddie Izzard and have his magical babies.
..except for the marriage.
.... and the babies.
But that magic bit.. ALL true.