i've got a singular impression things are moving too fast
why is henderson doing Lat Five Years the year AFTER im gone? seriously? i freaking LOVE that show. proof: NO. but Last Five Years? hell yes. gosh he's killing me.
today: was cleaning my room and singing obnoxiously to last five years/oasis/panic at the disco/arctic monkeys/death cab and my window is open and my mom is gardening and i hear her yell something so i turn down my music, and she goes "Hilary, i'm am so sorry that of all the hundreds and thousands of dollars i spent on all your lessons, i didn't get you singing lessons." and i grin hugely and chirp "thank mom. that's really funny." and turn my music back up and belt out waaaaaay off key.
i like to sing. and just because i cant doesnt mean i wont. katherine would have been proud today.
speaking of katherine. and cars (although i wasnt speaking of cars at all...). we have a problem. her car broke down on thursday at skyline. mine died friday at skyline. hers died friday at my house. then at nathan's house. and we switched cars to make sure it wouldnt happen again.
and went to kathleen's where we watched Dirty Dancing Havana Nights and had a psuedo orgy and limbs and flailing and screaming and gushing and gasping and craziness basically.
and a bit of dancing. i tried (that being the key word) to show kathleen what the pippin dance looks like, and how COOL it is. but i couldnt remember the middle parts. i only got the "HUH" part with the push and everything... which is the colest bit anyway. and i can do the guy's attitude turns and all but i cant remember the rest. SAD. i have to learn that dance.
kenny is no doubt angry at me; when he said that i had to be at rehearsals on MY LAST FREAKING DAY OF HIGH SCHOOL, i turned around, cried for a moment, and then called nicole who said "that is absolutely fine, not a problem at all, i'll call kenny." so he's gonna be mad at me, i KNOW it. eeeek.
and i jumped for joy and made cookies (read: cookie dough, which we ate by the bowlful and is now sitting in my fridge in a HUGE tupperware container) with kidge and hugged the life outta kathleen because she had a bad day.
and i dont think gene wanted to hang out with me last night, which is okay i guess considering everything (the girlfriend bit at least) and he didnt sound eager for tonight so i went ahead and agreed ot babysit in a few hours. soooooo IF he calls ("IF" being the operative word) we'll hang out after.
sheesh. im not even gonna worry about this though. i am so going with the flow here it's unbelieveable. whatever, whenever, wherever (i feel like shakira) i dont care. on thursday, it'll be exactly two months until i move. hurrah.