Thunderstorms make me hot!
Hello everybody. I am doin just fine. :) I went to a concert with Matthew on Sunday, the East West Continuo. It was very interesting. A composer named Mark Fish pulled a "Pictures at an Exhibition" with Juan Miro's paintings, and the 6th one (the magic number that I associate with myself and try desperately to link to my life) was titled "Man and woman in front of pile of excrement." VERY strange. But the good thing that happened, besides getting to know Matthew a bit more, was that in the middle of the concert, it started to rain. It rained so hard that there was a constant dull roar for more than half of the concert. I got all excited inside. :) And THEN, it thundered...TWICE! I got very excited. I have no idea why thunder has this effect on me, but I associate it with sex. Hmm. I'm definitely a basket case. For those of you reading this (Matthew), don't be frightened. Just the strange rantings of an even more strange girl. :) Yay for me also because my 21st birthday is on THURSDAY! Mom and Dad and Mary and Leigh (yes, all 4 of them!) are coming down on Thursday night to celebrate with me, and Mom is making me a German chocolate cake without the coconut because she knows I hate it. And it's pissing Dad and my sisters off like crazy because they all love the coconut, but it's MY F*CKIN BIRTHDAY and I don't like coconut. The really REALLY ridiculously crappy thing about my birthday is that I have an Anatomy lecture exam the next morning at 8am, and a Biochem problem set due that Friday also. I CAN'T DRINK ON MY BIRTHDAY AND THAT SUCKS. But oh well, Jenn and Shelly are going to take me out for margaritas soon, so that'll make up for it (and I don't have to pay for drinks). :) I'm not an alcoholic or anything like it, because it's normal to be excited and to drink a bit for one's 21st. WOOHOO! I'm going to bed now. G'night, y'all, peace out-