Whooo!!
Today my first and second classes were cancelled!
REJOICE!!!
I love seeing John. We laugh sooo much together! I think that was kinda lacking from the whole Michael thing. We didn't have the same sense of humor.
But me and John are the funniest people in the world and it pretty much rocks.
In the library, there is this truly horrific painting someone did of a chubby girl laughing. I want to frame it and put it in my house. I want people to walk in, peer at my bizarre art collection, and have a good chuckle at the expense of a laughing girl on a canvas. Cruel? I disagree. You know something is a real piece of art when it gets a good emotional reaction.
I am reading a great-but-terrible book for my women in literature class and I must stay, dark and disturbing as it is, the woman writes so beautifully that I cannot put it down.
I'm going to try and be a better girlfriend for John. I get so defensive sometimes, and I don't even realize it until we get into a heated argument. We don't deserve that. We should be happy in the time we have left together.
In general over the course of a few years, I've found in arguments that the only thing I won't stand for is being sworn at. (I don't consider physical violence an option because I would never date someone who'd be volatile enough to do that.) Once the "bitch's" and "fuck you's" start comin' out, things are going to end fast. I've never had the f-bomb dropped on me, so I think that's pretty good. I nip those things in the ass quite quickly.
And now, the first sentences of Lolita:
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta."
Consider your life magnified.
REJOICE!!!
I love seeing John. We laugh sooo much together! I think that was kinda lacking from the whole Michael thing. We didn't have the same sense of humor.
But me and John are the funniest people in the world and it pretty much rocks.
In the library, there is this truly horrific painting someone did of a chubby girl laughing. I want to frame it and put it in my house. I want people to walk in, peer at my bizarre art collection, and have a good chuckle at the expense of a laughing girl on a canvas. Cruel? I disagree. You know something is a real piece of art when it gets a good emotional reaction.
I am reading a great-but-terrible book for my women in literature class and I must stay, dark and disturbing as it is, the woman writes so beautifully that I cannot put it down.
I'm going to try and be a better girlfriend for John. I get so defensive sometimes, and I don't even realize it until we get into a heated argument. We don't deserve that. We should be happy in the time we have left together.
In general over the course of a few years, I've found in arguments that the only thing I won't stand for is being sworn at. (I don't consider physical violence an option because I would never date someone who'd be volatile enough to do that.) Once the "bitch's" and "fuck you's" start comin' out, things are going to end fast. I've never had the f-bomb dropped on me, so I think that's pretty good. I nip those things in the ass quite quickly.
And now, the first sentences of Lolita:
"Lolita, light of my life, fire of my loins. My sin, my soul. Lo-lee-ta: the tip of the tongue taking a trip of three steps down the palate to tap, at three, on the teeth. Lo. Lee. Ta."
Consider your life magnified.