Cornish Game Hen
I hate the alarm clock. It's a tool of Satan's...kinda like mock turtlenecks and tapered jeans. I recently had a dream in which someone I know was wearing a mock turtleneck. I don't know if I can ever look at him the same way.
I would really rather not be awake right now.
Last night was one of those weird nights where I had dreams similar to things that actually happened so I'm not sure what's real and what's not. I'm pretty sure I was dreaming when I asked my roommate to be quiet and she started yelling at me. I don't think that would happen in actual life. Pretty scary, actually.
I'm glad it's just about weekend time but I sort of just want to fast-forward to the next one. Andrew is coming down which I'm really excited about. We're probably going to go down to Louisville to see the new house and the rest of the Stefka clan. Maybe we'll sit around and play with toy cars like we did that day over the summer. That was weird. Anyway, then a couple days after that I will be flying back to the MA. Gah! I can't wait!
As Thanksgiving approaches, one man has been constantly on my mind. Who is that man, you ask? Why Uncle Milan of course! I haven't seen him in quite some time. I look forward to barely comprehensible tales of "hashish," bad American road signage, his apparent former life as a Czechoslovakian lounge singer...God, he makes me uncomfortable. But, seeing as he is responsible for the endearing painting of me and my family, (in which I am represented as a cylinder with a leaf on the top), I suppose I will try to be patient and nice and not look for every available opportunity to get the hell away from my him (and my aunt too for that matter). Really though, holidays at my house can be pretty hilarious. Like the time we had Cornish Game Hens at Christmas. They were all piled up together on a plate...I mean, everybody was thinking it. I just didn't think my dad would actually say it.
I need to get ready for class. I am SUCH a PROCRASTINATOR. This day just needs to be over.
I would really rather not be awake right now.
Last night was one of those weird nights where I had dreams similar to things that actually happened so I'm not sure what's real and what's not. I'm pretty sure I was dreaming when I asked my roommate to be quiet and she started yelling at me. I don't think that would happen in actual life. Pretty scary, actually.
I'm glad it's just about weekend time but I sort of just want to fast-forward to the next one. Andrew is coming down which I'm really excited about. We're probably going to go down to Louisville to see the new house and the rest of the Stefka clan. Maybe we'll sit around and play with toy cars like we did that day over the summer. That was weird. Anyway, then a couple days after that I will be flying back to the MA. Gah! I can't wait!
As Thanksgiving approaches, one man has been constantly on my mind. Who is that man, you ask? Why Uncle Milan of course! I haven't seen him in quite some time. I look forward to barely comprehensible tales of "hashish," bad American road signage, his apparent former life as a Czechoslovakian lounge singer...God, he makes me uncomfortable. But, seeing as he is responsible for the endearing painting of me and my family, (in which I am represented as a cylinder with a leaf on the top), I suppose I will try to be patient and nice and not look for every available opportunity to get the hell away from my him (and my aunt too for that matter). Really though, holidays at my house can be pretty hilarious. Like the time we had Cornish Game Hens at Christmas. They were all piled up together on a plate...I mean, everybody was thinking it. I just didn't think my dad would actually say it.
I need to get ready for class. I am SUCH a PROCRASTINATOR. This day just needs to be over.