God so much to do
God damn I need to quit taking these 4 hour naps in the middle of the day. I miss so much...and run out of daytime for all the shit I should be doing.
Lacy's top 5 songs of the day:
1. "Hey Ya"-Outkast
2. "Suppertime"-Ethel Waters
3. "Already Dead"-Beck
4. "I Loves You Porgy"-Ella Fitzgerald from Porgy and Bess
5. "Destiny"-Zero 7
I know they don't go together. That's how I like it.
I'm starting to fear the trip home...what if things are so different, and everything's changed so much that I just flip out? My mom already told me she cleaned out my closet, my car has been running funny, and the short-cut road I take from 66 has finally been resurfaced? Those things alone are enough to make home seem foreign enough, but if anything else is different I may just have a heart attack...or spontaneously combust...
And this road trip. Oh dear God I wish I could quit imagining scenarios for awkwardness, disappointment, and catastrophe. Make my paranoid imagination GO AWAY!
At this point, I almost don't want to go home. I've been homesick for so long, it's going to be weird to be there? I don't know if that makes any sense... And, anyway, I'm not going to have enough time to fit all the things I want to do in, or fit all the people I want to see in. I want to go to school to see Irvine, Sweeney, Dyers, shit on Andoe's desk...bah haha, Caitlin, Bri, Emma, then sometime fit in Kathleen, Abby, Sarah, Jessica, Michael, maybe Barrett if he comes down, and apparently Aaron Dyer if I go to the St. Marks game, eat at Tia's, Lanna Thai, TACO BUENO, Chili's if I have time, T2, the Bistro, hahaha God I'm such a fat ass?? Then I also have to get my hair cut and dyed sometime, go to my Grandma Joyce's for a dinner on Sunday to see all my relatives, and eat with my other grandparents Monday night...damn I'm never going to fit all of this in. Oh, go to Kasey's at one point to make her a mp3 CD, steal old liquor before her parents find it, grab her Smashing Pumpkins box set to burn then send to her, ha...and oh, get Sex and the City DVD's!!!
Maybe I just won't sleep, like at all, the entire time I'm home. Then maybe, just maybe, I could do it all and still have time to see my parents and my sister...yeah.
And before Friday I have to write a 4 page paper on a character of my choice from any of the following 5 musicals: Porgy and Bess, Oklahoma!, Carousel, Show Boat, or Pal Joey. Somebody kill me? I also have to plan a presentation over the Verbal behavior response modes of approach for Counseling Psychology, figure out my train schedule, pack...(preferably clean clothes so I don't get yelled at, laughed at, mistaken for a homeless person on the plane, or get off the plane and have no one willing to take me home, due to the stench. I really, really should do laundry but...that's never going to happen by Friday.)
Mmmk good, instead of working, Christen and I are going with Matt to Kingston to get some good food. Maybe we can go to the mall, too. Heh...I love how I have no reponsibility anymore...wait, I never did.
Lacy's top 5 songs of the day:
1. "Hey Ya"-Outkast
2. "Suppertime"-Ethel Waters
3. "Already Dead"-Beck
4. "I Loves You Porgy"-Ella Fitzgerald from Porgy and Bess
5. "Destiny"-Zero 7
I know they don't go together. That's how I like it.
I'm starting to fear the trip home...what if things are so different, and everything's changed so much that I just flip out? My mom already told me she cleaned out my closet, my car has been running funny, and the short-cut road I take from 66 has finally been resurfaced? Those things alone are enough to make home seem foreign enough, but if anything else is different I may just have a heart attack...or spontaneously combust...
And this road trip. Oh dear God I wish I could quit imagining scenarios for awkwardness, disappointment, and catastrophe. Make my paranoid imagination GO AWAY!
At this point, I almost don't want to go home. I've been homesick for so long, it's going to be weird to be there? I don't know if that makes any sense... And, anyway, I'm not going to have enough time to fit all the things I want to do in, or fit all the people I want to see in. I want to go to school to see Irvine, Sweeney, Dyers, shit on Andoe's desk...bah haha, Caitlin, Bri, Emma, then sometime fit in Kathleen, Abby, Sarah, Jessica, Michael, maybe Barrett if he comes down, and apparently Aaron Dyer if I go to the St. Marks game, eat at Tia's, Lanna Thai, TACO BUENO, Chili's if I have time, T2, the Bistro, hahaha God I'm such a fat ass?? Then I also have to get my hair cut and dyed sometime, go to my Grandma Joyce's for a dinner on Sunday to see all my relatives, and eat with my other grandparents Monday night...damn I'm never going to fit all of this in. Oh, go to Kasey's at one point to make her a mp3 CD, steal old liquor before her parents find it, grab her Smashing Pumpkins box set to burn then send to her, ha...and oh, get Sex and the City DVD's!!!
Maybe I just won't sleep, like at all, the entire time I'm home. Then maybe, just maybe, I could do it all and still have time to see my parents and my sister...yeah.
And before Friday I have to write a 4 page paper on a character of my choice from any of the following 5 musicals: Porgy and Bess, Oklahoma!, Carousel, Show Boat, or Pal Joey. Somebody kill me? I also have to plan a presentation over the Verbal behavior response modes of approach for Counseling Psychology, figure out my train schedule, pack...(preferably clean clothes so I don't get yelled at, laughed at, mistaken for a homeless person on the plane, or get off the plane and have no one willing to take me home, due to the stench. I really, really should do laundry but...that's never going to happen by Friday.)
Mmmk good, instead of working, Christen and I are going with Matt to Kingston to get some good food. Maybe we can go to the mall, too. Heh...I love how I have no reponsibility anymore...wait, I never did.