this is the story of the boys who love you
i'm pretty sure that life existed before friday, but i can't remember much of it nor do i think that it was exciting.
then there was friday which, come to think of it, was pretty horrible itself. went to sleep at three in the afternoon and woke up at 9 at night with no one home and all the lights off. did my cleaning for cleaning check plus a little extra, did some art history homework and then went to sleep. most of the time i enjoy being somewhat antisocial, but this night was just depressing. all my roommates were at home or out of town and i realized that i have no friends and i hate being home alone. that's why i always used to watch t.v. so much, because i just needed something to fill that void of voices and music and yelling and scurrying feet that used to be there. alas.
saturday, though, was quite magnificent. went skiing up at snowbird with two girls from my italian class who, though i might have doubted at first, i absolutely LOVE now. so they were fun, and the skiing was amazing. there was seven feet of new snow, all powder. even though it was a little tracked out it was still magnificent and different, but better, than anything i have ever skied on before. so i am getting a seasons pass next year and plan on going about two or three times a week.
speaking of, i have made the salt lake trek about four times in the past three days X gas is 2.10 X my car is a gas-binge-drinker = pretty dang screwed in the financial region. and nobody offers to throw me a couple bucks when i drive them around, which would be REALLY nice, but i feel rude saying anything. but that is my life. chaffeuring. why my before car was called geeves.
i went up to jen's house sat/sun for easter and it was really fun. her mom gave me a basket (= two baskets, i made out like a freaking candy bandit this year [and my mom gave me this cute one that was like a stuffed bear basket, cute times!]). had a really good ham dinner, did an easter egg hunt with her little sisters, and watched part of finding neverland. it was cool, but at the same time it makes me really homesick to see her there, especially since she gets to go home every weekend and she has no idea how good she has it.
then we come to today (yesterday?) school sucks and i took an art history test that took 2 and a half hours and i am not really sure how well i did on it. but then...
the decemberists!! i went with sarah and her cousin chad and it was a freaking amazing show. it was so much fun, and all the songs were awesome and they are so much better live. but two complaints: 1. there was this guy in front of me who thought he was the coolest person ever and danced like a neurotic monkey with tourettes (sp) and whom i had to restrain several times from headbutting me in the middle of billy liar. go figure. 2. they should not let fat, sweaty boys into small, compact venues. or at least not let them stand by me. i know it sounds mean, but i don't want to be near that. anyways, i converted sarah, and a good time was had by all, and he played red right ankle and if my back hadn't hurt so much it would have been a wonderful night.
now i shall go to bed without having eaten dinner, or having done my homework, or having done anything productive at all today. oh well. there is always tomorrow.
then there was friday which, come to think of it, was pretty horrible itself. went to sleep at three in the afternoon and woke up at 9 at night with no one home and all the lights off. did my cleaning for cleaning check plus a little extra, did some art history homework and then went to sleep. most of the time i enjoy being somewhat antisocial, but this night was just depressing. all my roommates were at home or out of town and i realized that i have no friends and i hate being home alone. that's why i always used to watch t.v. so much, because i just needed something to fill that void of voices and music and yelling and scurrying feet that used to be there. alas.
saturday, though, was quite magnificent. went skiing up at snowbird with two girls from my italian class who, though i might have doubted at first, i absolutely LOVE now. so they were fun, and the skiing was amazing. there was seven feet of new snow, all powder. even though it was a little tracked out it was still magnificent and different, but better, than anything i have ever skied on before. so i am getting a seasons pass next year and plan on going about two or three times a week.
speaking of, i have made the salt lake trek about four times in the past three days X gas is 2.10 X my car is a gas-binge-drinker = pretty dang screwed in the financial region. and nobody offers to throw me a couple bucks when i drive them around, which would be REALLY nice, but i feel rude saying anything. but that is my life. chaffeuring. why my before car was called geeves.
i went up to jen's house sat/sun for easter and it was really fun. her mom gave me a basket (= two baskets, i made out like a freaking candy bandit this year [and my mom gave me this cute one that was like a stuffed bear basket, cute times!]). had a really good ham dinner, did an easter egg hunt with her little sisters, and watched part of finding neverland. it was cool, but at the same time it makes me really homesick to see her there, especially since she gets to go home every weekend and she has no idea how good she has it.
then we come to today (yesterday?) school sucks and i took an art history test that took 2 and a half hours and i am not really sure how well i did on it. but then...
the decemberists!! i went with sarah and her cousin chad and it was a freaking amazing show. it was so much fun, and all the songs were awesome and they are so much better live. but two complaints: 1. there was this guy in front of me who thought he was the coolest person ever and danced like a neurotic monkey with tourettes (sp) and whom i had to restrain several times from headbutting me in the middle of billy liar. go figure. 2. they should not let fat, sweaty boys into small, compact venues. or at least not let them stand by me. i know it sounds mean, but i don't want to be near that. anyways, i converted sarah, and a good time was had by all, and he played red right ankle and if my back hadn't hurt so much it would have been a wonderful night.
now i shall go to bed without having eaten dinner, or having done my homework, or having done anything productive at all today. oh well. there is always tomorrow.