Oh Elise, it doesn't matter what you say!
Ohhh, bliss. To be a little spanish man, sombrero, sammich and siesta.
I AM SO TIRED. I want to sleep by a tree. Have a picnic. I WANT A PICNIC.
So last night was like, the saddest night ever. everyone has to know, it was just that sad. Lex and I trotted off to Hasting's to see Daniel Hale at work (like Men at Work), and this little deaf man was walking around, selling little flag pins. He came up to me and caught my eye, and gave me a little card that said, "I am a deaf person selling these flag pins for a living," and something about a donation. IT MADE ME CRY. IT WAS SO SAD. I gave him 75 cents because that was all I had. We saw him at Subway earlier yesterday, but I didn't know what he was doing. Daniel was trying to get in the car or something. BUT IT WAS SO SAD. I WANTED TO TAKE HIM HOME AND GIVE HIM SOMETHING. It was terrible. I'm going to devote my life to helping deaf people not have to sell flag pins at Hasting's.
And I am busy. Even with the new computer beckoning (it calls to me . . . it wants to be found), I just can't seem to get anything done, crappy papers and all. We only have Word Perfect at home, so I had to attempt to convert my e-mailed file to WORD at the lab. Next time, Sarah, you crazy cat, you, just write the text. No formatting. How stupid am I? That's what I get. I'm being smited.
Msr. Fouillade: "We opened the door and the bird flew. In."
"And every time I try to pick it up
Like falling sand
As fast as I pick it up
It runs away through my clutching hands"
(loving The Cure today)
<3 yma as mr. smith <3
And I look seriously disgusting today. Seriously. That doesn't help. WE ARE GOING TO YOGA AND I SHALL NO LONGER BE GROSS.
E-mails will be out soon to those who are expecting them. Other than that, I have a new address! Huzzah! It's xmorningxstarx@aol.com. Lovin' that AFI. And no, you're not allowed to take pictures of Davey's arms, no matter how much you want to. Hunter would let you touch his belt buckle, though. I'd like to do something else to his belt buckle. Heh.
Nothing else is happening, really. Really. I'm not lying. Oh yeah. Daniel doesn't believe in Valentine's Day, so I will have to get love from alternate sources. Any takers can e-mail me. Thanks.
♥