So, I got my Bonnaroo ticket, and I couldn't possibly be more stoked. Seriously, I couldn't be, even if I tried.
Tomorrow morning is my Property midterm, and after that? Well, immediately after that begins my two-week drug-and-alcohol-fueled-bender (yes, they had the nerve to schedule a week of classes between midterms and spring break - who does that?).
300 is officially the best movie I've ever seen. Rarely in my life have I ever been able to claim having been breathless, but this definitely did it for me.
It's going to be 80 degrees here this weekend, the Reds are playing the Indians (god, I love rivalries - spring training or otherwise), midterms will be over, and...well, do I really need any more excuses to get my wild on? I didn't think so either. Beaches, bars, and baseball...it's like the Hat Trick of Happiness. Yes, my weekend's looking fabulous.
I'm going to be 25 in two and a half weeks, and I couldn't possibly be more terrified. Seriously, I couldn't be, even if I tried. "Mid-twenties"? A kid called me "ma'am" at the grocery store the other day, and when I got in my car, I almost cried.
So, in Other News:
I was thinking Boyfriend and I needed to break up. 'Cause we're more like Roommates, and we've been having Drama and Cheaters' Brawls and Fights, and I'm Moving On and he's Not, and all that. And that meant he was going to move to the City of Sin, and we were going to Try To Make It Work Long-Distance, even though we both knew It Certainly Wouldn't. Then, today, I started thinking he loves me, 'cause he was Doing That Thing with his eyes, you know the thing where They Look At You, all sappy-like, and he even Brushed My Hair out of my face, which is so Uncharacteristic and Unexpected and, I must admit, Awkward, considering I'm not A Touchy-Feely Girl. I Blinked a few times, and Giggled once, and I'm pretty sure I Furrowed My Brow.
And now? And now I don't know what to do, because I'm sort of A Sucker For A Good-Looking Boy.
* If you could listen to only one song for the rest of your life (the horror!), which would it be and why?
Tomorrow morning is my Property midterm, and after that? Well, immediately after that begins my two-week drug-and-alcohol-fueled-bender (yes, they had the nerve to schedule a week of classes between midterms and spring break - who does that?).
300 is officially the best movie I've ever seen. Rarely in my life have I ever been able to claim having been breathless, but this definitely did it for me.
It's going to be 80 degrees here this weekend, the Reds are playing the Indians (god, I love rivalries - spring training or otherwise), midterms will be over, and...well, do I really need any more excuses to get my wild on? I didn't think so either. Beaches, bars, and baseball...it's like the Hat Trick of Happiness. Yes, my weekend's looking fabulous.
I'm going to be 25 in two and a half weeks, and I couldn't possibly be more terrified. Seriously, I couldn't be, even if I tried. "Mid-twenties"? A kid called me "ma'am" at the grocery store the other day, and when I got in my car, I almost cried.
So, in Other News:
I was thinking Boyfriend and I needed to break up. 'Cause we're more like Roommates, and we've been having Drama and Cheaters' Brawls and Fights, and I'm Moving On and he's Not, and all that. And that meant he was going to move to the City of Sin, and we were going to Try To Make It Work Long-Distance, even though we both knew It Certainly Wouldn't. Then, today, I started thinking he loves me, 'cause he was Doing That Thing with his eyes, you know the thing where They Look At You, all sappy-like, and he even Brushed My Hair out of my face, which is so Uncharacteristic and Unexpected and, I must admit, Awkward, considering I'm not A Touchy-Feely Girl. I Blinked a few times, and Giggled once, and I'm pretty sure I Furrowed My Brow.
And now? And now I don't know what to do, because I'm sort of A Sucker For A Good-Looking Boy.
* If you could listen to only one song for the rest of your life (the horror!), which would it be and why?
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Personal type questions, what happened with thne marrige (you don't have to tell me of course)? Why did you choose to come back? Doing any writing lately?
I'll send you some of my current project if you like...
It's a new direction for my writing...