Well, due to great popular demand (okay, so it was just Eileen. But whatever.) I'm posting again. I'm not sad though, what shall I post about? Just kidding...^ ^;; Well finals are quickly approaching, but that's okay because only one is really worrisome, my philosophy paper. (What's that? I should be working on it instead of posting. Why, how astute of you!) After that is glorious glorious winter break and I say goodbye to good ol' FJC forever! How sad I'm not. Don't get me wrong, Fullerton has served me well, but I'm definitely ready to be out of there. I've taken all of Kate Johnson's classes, what is left for me there? ^ ^ And she's not even going to be there next semester. When I think about that semester in Florence, my heart aches to go with them, but no use crying over spilt dreams. Besides, three months without Andy? I'm not sure I could survive! So as an excellent substitute I have Cal State Long Beach and all the art history classes I can handle. And a promotion at work, along with my amazing boyfriend and new car and...what more could a girl ask for? So when I post whiney depressed posts, the key is to IM me or call me and yell "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WHINING ABOUT?!" The end!
Oh, and this was surprising: (note the sarcasm)
Name the era, and you can name every artist from
it. You've got an eye for design and a knack
for feng shui. Color schemes, architecture, and
objt d'art - these are all your forts.
What Kind of Elitist Are You? brought to you by
Quizilla "And this TV's old
The color's fucked
Do you see the difference in the shades?
But the green's still close to green, my love
And I believe we are the same
And we'll stay like this, all gold and green
Light collects and projects your heart on a movie screen
And if you close your eyes we will always be
The way we were that night you crawled inside of me
And you slept in my blood"