Spring semester is basically over. Sweet zombie Jesus!
I had my last day of class today, turned in my final two tickets and presented my painting for Theatre. And I did not get up prior to that, either. I woke up around noonish and dragged myself up to walk to class. Yes, I actually walked today. Because I couldn't bike with my painting. And let me say: FUCK WALKING. FUCK WALKING ACROSS THIS CAMPUS. It was so HOT and it took forEVER and I'm so glad I didn't give my bike up last weekend. Again, Mom to the always-right-rescue.
This time next week I will hopefully be walking out of Edwards raving about the new Star Trek movie with cherryfeather after (again, hopefully) seeing Amalie before she gallavants off to prom in her beautiful dress. Oh, it will be so good to be home.
Not whole lot to talk about. I think I've been spoiling myself with cheating by just spamming you with Voyager flail at three in the morning... I might not have mentioned that I got my paperwork all straightened out for RAing, passport photo and whatnot. Can't think of much else, other than I really need to remind myself to find out about my PO box...
Rediscovered the fact that my mom and I can talk about anything in a conversation that tends toward lengthy when starting from an inane spark point; ie I called her last night whining because I didn't want to wash my hair and deal with it curly or straighten it myself and we ended up talking about successful authors and how fucking prolific Nora Roberts is (how the hell that woman does it, neither of us know). I ended up doing my hair tonight after I worked out and got dinner with erica Perry @ the Union. I was doing it while I watched Dollhouse.
I can't even express my love in an incoherent manner for this show. I'm going to cry if it doesn't make it until next fall. Seriously. There was Alan Tudyk this week. And a Boyd + Ballard show down and I was all OVER being Team Boyd! It's just so trippy and circular and FUCKING INSANE AWESOME.
Damn it, the only thing I don't like about my Pandora sidebar widget is that I can't go back and thumbs up songs that have already passed.
Alright. No super late night for me tonight, I'm going to have to get my ass up and study HARD this weekend, or I'll be totally fucked (and not in the fun, Spring Awakening sing-along-way, either).
P.S. I love gmail chatting about crazy random things with you, cherryfeather .
This time next week I will hopefully be walking out of Edwards raving about the new Star Trek movie with cherryfeather after (again, hopefully) seeing Amalie before she gallavants off to prom in her beautiful dress. Oh, it will be so good to be home.
Not whole lot to talk about. I think I've been spoiling myself with cheating by just spamming you with Voyager flail at three in the morning... I might not have mentioned that I got my paperwork all straightened out for RAing, passport photo and whatnot. Can't think of much else, other than I really need to remind myself to find out about my PO box...
Rediscovered the fact that my mom and I can talk about anything in a conversation that tends toward lengthy when starting from an inane spark point; ie I called her last night whining because I didn't want to wash my hair and deal with it curly or straighten it myself and we ended up talking about successful authors and how fucking prolific Nora Roberts is (how the hell that woman does it, neither of us know). I ended up doing my hair tonight after I worked out and got dinner with erica Perry @ the Union. I was doing it while I watched Dollhouse.
I can't even express my love in an incoherent manner for this show. I'm going to cry if it doesn't make it until next fall. Seriously. There was Alan Tudyk this week. And a Boyd + Ballard show down and I was all OVER being Team Boyd! It's just so trippy and circular and FUCKING INSANE AWESOME.
Damn it, the only thing I don't like about my Pandora sidebar widget is that I can't go back and thumbs up songs that have already passed.
Alright. No super late night for me tonight, I'm going to have to get my ass up and study HARD this weekend, or I'll be totally fucked (and not in the fun, Spring Awakening sing-along-way, either).
P.S. I love gmail chatting about crazy random things with you, cherryfeather .