Thing's I've been thinking about:
Because clearly, my flist wants to always know the innerworkings of my mind...
--When do people actually come up to you and ask if they can buy you a cup of coffee? Does that actually ever happen? Because the other day I was starving and broke between lecture and lab, sitting in the coffee shop with this really cute guy, trying to make eyes at him so he'd buy me lunch. Not even that he was that cute, it was that I was just that hungry. That's pretty sad, actually.
--Why is a baker's dozen made up of 13 things? Shouldn't it be 11? Why would the baker make an extra cookie or whatever, when they could taste one from the batch? Granted, no one would buy a baker's dozen, but the baker would be happy!
--Last night at the park was "Being John Malkovitch" which was phenominal. I have no idea how I've never seen that movie before. I couldn't get over how amazing those puppets were.
--Also at the movie, I realized that I have only a few friends in the area. For living in NYC, that's pretty sad. Most of Gill's friends were away at the Camp overnight, but she still had like 5 people there. And then Gene still had like, half of the sophmores with him. And they all ran away during the movie to go look at this mansion in Vinegar Hill leaving me, enthralled in the movie, with these two random chicks I don't really know. It just kind of irked me because they always seem to do that.
--Am I the only one who plays sexy dress up when she's bored or just dosen't feel pretty? You know, when you go and try on all your favorite clothes and have a dance party in your room? Because by the poll I've been taking...apparently, I am.
--My dream last night involved me being Hermione (a la John Malkovitch) with Ron at someone's wedding, trying to make Viktor Krum jealous during the ceremony. Although it was an awesome dream, I think I've been reading too much Harry Potter.
Okay, that's enough of that. I'm upstate for the weekend. I have a feeling this might not be such a pleasant weekend. Hopefully Chris is working :)
Well, you seem to forget, just how this all started, I'm reacting to you because you left me broken hearted.
See, you just can't take the effect and make it the cause.