Happiness is a warm rain...
except this one was kind of cold but I'll settle, considering it's the first of the season.
Today I took a walk in the rain. It was incredible.
It smelled like spring and I was wearing flip-flops.
I walked along the river; soaking wet and smiling like the doof I am.
A few people even smiled back.
It just felt so good.
I wish I could do it again right now.
Umm... I spent the whole weekend at Mario's house.
So nice. We slept and made notsoverygood food and rediscovered Fred Penner and cuddled while watching Mr. Deeds and What Women Want. Basically we just enjoyed having the house to ourselves and all the time in the world. Julie Constantine came over Saturday evening. I think I could become quite fond of her if given the chance.
Yeah, so Fred Penner? I definitely watched "Fred Penner's World" before I was old enough to read what it was called on CBS. Apparently, so did Mario. We spent an hour or two on his website just reminiscing. I love childhood.
We went to see Maggie sing too. It was nice.
I have a thousand and two things to do and I'm not doing anything. Yuckers. Tomorrow is DEFINITELY going to be a revisitation of the days of Kick-Ass Tuesday.
I need to write for myself in detail about this weekend.
I was feeling on top of the world until I took a nap. I had this dream where I was dicking around with Pietak, I think, in the mall and a ball that I threw accidentally hit a store window. I only broke, like, a 3 inch by 5 inch chunk and they were going to make me pay to replace a surface of glass that was about 900 square feet. And there were sirens and stuff. No one believed that I hadn't intended to break in, because, as Katrina Cope (how she got into my dreams no one knows), the head of security staff, explained, "There is no proof of your intellectuality, honour, or character to be found on paper." I think this came from the fact that I went to this scholarship thing today and all she talked about was "putting yourself effectively on paper." I thought to myself that there is nothing that I can put on paper that makes me stand out from anyone else. I know that I'm interesting, motivated, energetic, blah blah blah, but so are a ton of other people nationwide. On paper, I don't stand out. I feel like I stand out in person. I know that I'm like no one else in a way that is productive and intriguing (or at leas has potential to be). But I have nothing I can show to prove that. I want that. I want to be the best or the most innovative or the most passionate at something and have a way to show it. I'm kind of thinking that maybe I'm just one of a million as opposed to one in a million, anyway. So, why bother?
I wonder if anyone around here would be willing to go get some icecream or bubble tea with me.
I need some whoreloving soon.
Oh yeah. My little brother broke his foot. He was skateboarding and he fell off a rail or something. Poor guy... he's just figuring out that he can't play hockey or wrestle or skateboard or anything like that... What could I do for him to potentially make him feel a bit better? Maybe I'll go home for a "BroWeekend" in two or three weeks and just entertain him.
Also, definitely left the charger for my laptop at Mario's house. This I realized today after my computer died for a lack of power. That 'puter has my life on it. It's going to be frustrating until I get it back.
Also also, two HUGE things. One, I'm going to be in the poetry slam-esque thing on April 18th and I'm totally excited about it. Two, and this one's THE BEST THING EVER, SAUL WILLIAMS IS COMING TO MSU and it's FREE.
=D
Today I took a walk in the rain. It was incredible.
It smelled like spring and I was wearing flip-flops.
I walked along the river; soaking wet and smiling like the doof I am.
A few people even smiled back.
It just felt so good.
I wish I could do it again right now.
Umm... I spent the whole weekend at Mario's house.
So nice. We slept and made notsoverygood food and rediscovered Fred Penner and cuddled while watching Mr. Deeds and What Women Want. Basically we just enjoyed having the house to ourselves and all the time in the world. Julie Constantine came over Saturday evening. I think I could become quite fond of her if given the chance.
Yeah, so Fred Penner? I definitely watched "Fred Penner's World" before I was old enough to read what it was called on CBS. Apparently, so did Mario. We spent an hour or two on his website just reminiscing. I love childhood.
We went to see Maggie sing too. It was nice.
I have a thousand and two things to do and I'm not doing anything. Yuckers. Tomorrow is DEFINITELY going to be a revisitation of the days of Kick-Ass Tuesday.
I need to write for myself in detail about this weekend.
I was feeling on top of the world until I took a nap. I had this dream where I was dicking around with Pietak, I think, in the mall and a ball that I threw accidentally hit a store window. I only broke, like, a 3 inch by 5 inch chunk and they were going to make me pay to replace a surface of glass that was about 900 square feet. And there were sirens and stuff. No one believed that I hadn't intended to break in, because, as Katrina Cope (how she got into my dreams no one knows), the head of security staff, explained, "There is no proof of your intellectuality, honour, or character to be found on paper." I think this came from the fact that I went to this scholarship thing today and all she talked about was "putting yourself effectively on paper." I thought to myself that there is nothing that I can put on paper that makes me stand out from anyone else. I know that I'm interesting, motivated, energetic, blah blah blah, but so are a ton of other people nationwide. On paper, I don't stand out. I feel like I stand out in person. I know that I'm like no one else in a way that is productive and intriguing (or at leas has potential to be). But I have nothing I can show to prove that. I want that. I want to be the best or the most innovative or the most passionate at something and have a way to show it. I'm kind of thinking that maybe I'm just one of a million as opposed to one in a million, anyway. So, why bother?
I wonder if anyone around here would be willing to go get some icecream or bubble tea with me.
I need some whoreloving soon.
Oh yeah. My little brother broke his foot. He was skateboarding and he fell off a rail or something. Poor guy... he's just figuring out that he can't play hockey or wrestle or skateboard or anything like that... What could I do for him to potentially make him feel a bit better? Maybe I'll go home for a "BroWeekend" in two or three weeks and just entertain him.
Also, definitely left the charger for my laptop at Mario's house. This I realized today after my computer died for a lack of power. That 'puter has my life on it. It's going to be frustrating until I get it back.
Also also, two HUGE things. One, I'm going to be in the poetry slam-esque thing on April 18th and I'm totally excited about it. Two, and this one's THE BEST THING EVER, SAUL WILLIAMS IS COMING TO MSU and it's FREE.
=D