Typical.
Of course, having said that I'll be taking a break from Livejournal, something jumps into my lap and I just have to post. I'm such a slave to technology. And superficiality, but that's another story.
Earlier this evening, in the 9/10 dining hall, Ella Gilstrap Fernandez and I sat down to our booth/table and I found the following written in lovely black scrawl on the top napkin in the dispenser, and it kind of made my day:
"Thinking is now a
Punishable crime.
But good job with the war!"
And the napkin was resting perfectly aligned on top of the other napkins, like the napkin had just decided to sprout words upon itself. Or, someone had painstakingly placed it right back where it belonged with all its other friends. Either way it was sitting there, perfectly.
I've been having some amazingly wonderful coincidences lately, and I can't help but think it's all been because I've been picking up heads-up pennies. Something's gotta give, man, and if you've got penny luck on your side, you're made!
The green green grass outside makes me jump for joy and love and peace on earth and all that bullshit, but then the heat just brings me down.
In other news, I'm pretty excited to go home in ten-ish days. It'll be nice to be home. I miss driving aimlessly, visiting my usual views from my favorite hilltops, and all that. Katy's even excited that I'm coming home, which is a pleasant surprise. Usually, she likes being an only child. And my family's even waiting for me to get home so we can celebrate Alicia's birthday. I feel so loved. Like the glue, y'know. You smear the Elmer's all over your hand and wait for it to dry so you can peel it off, and it's just so addicting.
Too bad I've still got second grade drama on my rickety arthritic back. I honestly believed that once I got to college, I wouldn't have to deal with idiots and their crap anymore. Unfortunately, I was misinformed. At least my life can't be made into a Lifetime movie. Once it gets to that point, I know I'll have to parachute into some remote location on the Amazon and hide away for the rest of my life, shamed. Perhaps some forgiving anaconda will swallow me and my currently non-existent issues whole, putting me out of my misery.
That sounds delightful!
P.S. Next quarter, I've got Shakespeare in Film, Film and the Holocaust, and Contemporary American Fiction. Joy! Rapture! Reading up to my eyeballs! And I know I'm going to procrastinate and put most of it off until the end so I can finally get some stress into my life like a normal college student. Yippeeee!
Earlier this evening, in the 9/10 dining hall, Ella Gilstrap Fernandez and I sat down to our booth/table and I found the following written in lovely black scrawl on the top napkin in the dispenser, and it kind of made my day:
"Thinking is now a
Punishable crime.
But good job with the war!"
And the napkin was resting perfectly aligned on top of the other napkins, like the napkin had just decided to sprout words upon itself. Or, someone had painstakingly placed it right back where it belonged with all its other friends. Either way it was sitting there, perfectly.
I've been having some amazingly wonderful coincidences lately, and I can't help but think it's all been because I've been picking up heads-up pennies. Something's gotta give, man, and if you've got penny luck on your side, you're made!
The green green grass outside makes me jump for joy and love and peace on earth and all that bullshit, but then the heat just brings me down.
In other news, I'm pretty excited to go home in ten-ish days. It'll be nice to be home. I miss driving aimlessly, visiting my usual views from my favorite hilltops, and all that. Katy's even excited that I'm coming home, which is a pleasant surprise. Usually, she likes being an only child. And my family's even waiting for me to get home so we can celebrate Alicia's birthday. I feel so loved. Like the glue, y'know. You smear the Elmer's all over your hand and wait for it to dry so you can peel it off, and it's just so addicting.
Too bad I've still got second grade drama on my rickety arthritic back. I honestly believed that once I got to college, I wouldn't have to deal with idiots and their crap anymore. Unfortunately, I was misinformed. At least my life can't be made into a Lifetime movie. Once it gets to that point, I know I'll have to parachute into some remote location on the Amazon and hide away for the rest of my life, shamed. Perhaps some forgiving anaconda will swallow me and my currently non-existent issues whole, putting me out of my misery.
That sounds delightful!
P.S. Next quarter, I've got Shakespeare in Film, Film and the Holocaust, and Contemporary American Fiction. Joy! Rapture! Reading up to my eyeballs! And I know I'm going to procrastinate and put most of it off until the end so I can finally get some stress into my life like a normal college student. Yippeeee!