all i can see is black and white and white and pink and blades of blue
things i've done instead of writing my research paper:
•go to work @ 6:15am.
•waste an hour at tim's house bitching about said research paper.
•take a nap where i dreamt that quinton agosta died and that erika saeger smoked so much meth that she gained about 50 pounds.
•try on my prom outfit (twice).
•go on facebook approximately 6 million times.
•eat 4 strawberry popsicles.
•listen to my crazy neighbor (who is our dinner guest this evening) explain the secret about surviving college (re: "keeping my shit together").
•talk on the phone to my grandmother about prom.
•think about outdoor ed.
•think about how i'm going to tell bryce and blake about tim.
•think about the seinfeld episode i experienced yesterday (this is worth typing about: i was sitting in the walk-on area on the seattle side waiting for the 3:45pm ferry [i saw christie walking off in her beautiful green rain jacket. she had her hood on. i'm still wondering why]. there was this chick [who i recognized as an '04 graduate] sitting across from me who was very dressed up. she was on her cell phone and kept swearing. loudly. "why would you buy a fucking cream couch? it better not be that fake suede shit. you bought her beer? you bitch. you never would have bought me beer back in the fucking day." to my left, a guy about the same age as sailor-chick was standing around. he had a very long, scraggly, blond pony-tail, and was wearing black beanie, big sunglasses, and headphones. and he was rocking out. i'm talking head-banging, austin charvet-esque arm movements, and the occasional "YEAH!" outburst. to my right, an elderly couple was discussing his prostate gland. again, very loudly. they were competing with the sailor-chick for volume, i think. it was unreal. and hilarious).
•read class of 2003's credo booklet (which i stole from tim's brother robbie's bedroom).
•then stress about my credo. which i present on wednesday because i'm terrible at drawing numbers from a hat.
•make sure every song in my iTunes music library has an album title (i got bored after about 30 songs).
•listen to the entire triach trio & ivan sly album.
•question everything about my paper.
•update my lj.
but my paper is coming on nicely! i hope.
good luck to all.
later days.
addition, at 6:58pm.
emily, i feel like you would know this sailor-chick. i'm going to look her up and ask you her name later.
and yes! you read correctly. i found a prom dress! it's beautiful. i'm sorry if this messes up everyone's browser:
http://store.nordstrom.com/product/product_brandboutique.asp?styleid=2888483&boutique=dresses_n_occasion&category =2376776~2374327~2374331~6001799~6005757&NextStyleID=2890138&PrevStyleID=none.
ha.
•go to work @ 6:15am.
•waste an hour at tim's house bitching about said research paper.
•take a nap where i dreamt that quinton agosta died and that erika saeger smoked so much meth that she gained about 50 pounds.
•try on my prom outfit (twice).
•go on facebook approximately 6 million times.
•eat 4 strawberry popsicles.
•listen to my crazy neighbor (who is our dinner guest this evening) explain the secret about surviving college (re: "keeping my shit together").
•talk on the phone to my grandmother about prom.
•think about outdoor ed.
•think about how i'm going to tell bryce and blake about tim.
•think about the seinfeld episode i experienced yesterday (this is worth typing about: i was sitting in the walk-on area on the seattle side waiting for the 3:45pm ferry [i saw christie walking off in her beautiful green rain jacket. she had her hood on. i'm still wondering why]. there was this chick [who i recognized as an '04 graduate] sitting across from me who was very dressed up. she was on her cell phone and kept swearing. loudly. "why would you buy a fucking cream couch? it better not be that fake suede shit. you bought her beer? you bitch. you never would have bought me beer back in the fucking day." to my left, a guy about the same age as sailor-chick was standing around. he had a very long, scraggly, blond pony-tail, and was wearing black beanie, big sunglasses, and headphones. and he was rocking out. i'm talking head-banging, austin charvet-esque arm movements, and the occasional "YEAH!" outburst. to my right, an elderly couple was discussing his prostate gland. again, very loudly. they were competing with the sailor-chick for volume, i think. it was unreal. and hilarious).
•read class of 2003's credo booklet (which i stole from tim's brother robbie's bedroom).
•then stress about my credo. which i present on wednesday because i'm terrible at drawing numbers from a hat.
•make sure every song in my iTunes music library has an album title (i got bored after about 30 songs).
•listen to the entire triach trio & ivan sly album.
•question everything about my paper.
•update my lj.
but my paper is coming on nicely! i hope.
good luck to all.
later days.
addition, at 6:58pm.
emily, i feel like you would know this sailor-chick. i'm going to look her up and ask you her name later.
and yes! you read correctly. i found a prom dress! it's beautiful. i'm sorry if this messes up everyone's browser:
http://store.nordstrom.com/product/product_brandboutique.asp?styleid=2888483&boutique=dresses_n_occasion&category =2376776~2374327~2374331~6001799~6005757&NextStyleID=2890138&PrevStyleID=none.
ha.