moya

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

..Had we never lov'd sae kindly,
Had we never lov'd sae blindly,
Never met-or never parted,
We had ne'er been broken-hearted.

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

Fare-thee-weel, thou first and fairest!
Fare-thee-weel, thou best and dearest!

When I go home, and cannot be located, I can most likely be found sitting in the corner of the basement infront of our pellet stove. It's warm, it's quiet, and it usually takes people an hour or two to realize I'm 'missing' in the first place. Which I don't mind, it's why I chose the spot. I sit there and think and cry and laugh and bitch to imaginary friends.. Until this fella hears a conversation taking place and must get in on it.




We did not get my hair dyed this past weekend. But I did buy two colors today.. I just..need to get the job done now.. We didn't sew my top, either.. We didn't get much done for me this weekend. I sat in the basement, out of trouble. I think I'm just being selfish whenever I go back home, expecting them to drop things for me, expecting time, help..whatever. I go home because I'm bored, and then I'd hope to get something done, but..nothing gets done so I really didn't need to leave in the first place.
I was going to go home this coming weekend because saturday afternoon/night is my fathers first christmas party at his new job, but after talking about going along with my parents, I found out it's just them going, not me. So I'm not going to go back if they're not even going to be there.
I'm just being too sensitive. Ugh.

A few things I could do this weekend have come up in the past 24 hours, and whichever I decide to do will cost me money anyhow, so it's a matter of what I'll enjoy and what might suck. But I'm terrible at making decisions. Two (three, I can't remember the third one though) events are going on saturday night, but nothing friday night. Why can't life just spread these things out for me? It's not like I ever do get out to do much anyway, so when more than one thing comes up, can't they all be on seperate nights? Someone just tell me what to do.

Does anyone have suggestions of what I could get my father for christmas? I have about $25 for him, and my sister. I'll figure her out later, but I'm really clueless about what to get him. He enjoys hunting, fishing (outdoor man), um..That's about it. I wish I could get down to Illinois to Gurnee Mills and maybe buy him a gift certificate to Bass Pro Shops or something. Ideas? Anyone? Also, he likes drinking a big bottle of wine per night. But I'm not old enough to buy alcohol..

Long story:

SPOILERS! (Click to view)

The dance thing I went to friday night was fun. I didn't elaborate on it but I will now. Minus the drunk hippies who were smoking pot and reeked terribly and believed me to work there and thus tried to obtain their coats from my ass, I had a good time. I saw this one guy who works in the Emporium downstairs who I sort of thought was cute awhile back. Well, when I bought some more ice cream cookies one night, he commented on my green hair in my ID picture and we had a nice, short conversation. Didn't expect to see him friday night, and actually, I didn't see him until he came up to Liz and I and started talking to us.
(can you guess where this is going?) He remembered me. Anyway, so we talked, and then these three chicks came up and joined him, so we sort of broke it off at that. Liz and I sat down and chatted while he talked to them. Doors finally opened, we went in, and after a bit, it became obvious he was there with his girlfriend. You know when you look across the room and they're making out? Yep. Definite sign of a relationship..

So of course that had me down for a few minutes, then I realized the humor of the entire situation and couldn't help but laugh. For the rest of the night, I must have had this girl on her best watch. She came off as really defensive from 20 feet away, even. I'm gooood.

She would barely let the poor guy dance. When he'd come to the floor, she'd come out with her other two friends, stand next to him, and they'd just stand there and gossip while he tried to have a good time. Every so often, she'd put her arms around his neck to kiss him or just hold him.. You know how girls do that shit when they feel that they need to 'protect' their guy, I know you've all seen it happen. All I could do was laugh at it. Liz and I ended up just about right next to them by the second band..

Note: You know what I liked about this? There was enough room to dance, and then some. As in, I had more than three feet of space to move around in. And I was right at the stage. Since I had all that space, I could move around and prevent unknown men from humping me from any direction.. It was nice.

Anyway, Liz and I left a few songs before the end of the show, to go get some water from this side bar area thingy in another room attached to the lobby. So as we were drinking, this chick comes out, dragging the poor guy along (I think his name was Brian), with her friends following. But, he managed to tell us that they were leaving and such before being rushed out the door.

Seriously. I'm goood. Was I trying? I'm..not sure..
It was fun and all, though..not sure if I'm going to pursue anything. I've been in her position before, though I think I've grown a bit overtime, and since I wasn't being defensive and seemingly insecure, I've lost boyfriends who I liked. She really did nothing wrong to me, so.. It was a fun and interesting night is all, I suppose. I'm fine being single.

I picked my classes for next semester. I'm taking the maximum number of credits, 18. Seven classes.. Each class is three credits, but two of those is sort of like one class split into two parts, one part is one credit and the other is two. I think it's a big class load, but I need to occupy my mind. I'll have tuesdays and thursdays off after 11 am, just like this semester, and I won't have classes on fridays. How awesome will that be?! Who wants me for three days?!

Here's another picture of the furry bundle of love.


That's one of his "I want to play" acts. He rubs on my leg, then lays down infront of me and just looks so damn innocent, because he knows the more innocent he looks, the rougher I'll be..

It's true with this little guy. I've been worried I've hurt him really bad how many times, and he just gets up, walks around, acts all cool, and comes back for more wrestling. He wears me out, can you believe it? I crawl around on the floor and give him the belly rub of a lifetime, which includes being pushed around the carpet (sometimes I spin him.. ) and if he gets up, I push him back down and keep going. You would not believe the look of absolute pleasure heaven on his cute little face.. Makes me squeal in delight.


..Resting on the floor as he waits for me to get up again. I must disappoint him, eh? I never realized it til now, but that gun cabinet makes him look even more dangerous..


See how happy he looks?!


Why the hell doesn't he get rug burn? His fur should be singed and skin scabbing over!


And then, we lay on the floor all tuckered out.


Sometimes, he's able to climb up onto the couch, but I usually exhaust him so it's the floor for us both..


I think those are all the pictures I took this past weekend.. I got my paper back last friday that I took 2 days doing, and got a 100. And can you believe I'm disappointed? Yea, I don't understand it either. She told us they were graded generously which makes me feel like the 100 was too easy.. I know.. I'll shut up.

The lyrics posted above are from my movie I'm writing my paper on for next tuesday that I should start. No, I have not yet started.

I can't wait to get my christmas present from my sister. You guys will love the pictures.. I told her and Chris to buy me bras and underwear earlier because I need both.. I hope they have good taste (the one thing I DO NOT wear are thongs..g-strings..butt floss, whatever you want to call them. ) *crosses fingers* After all, I'm buying Chris boxers..