Hi
i have no reason to update my journal. I'm not really doing anything. If this was a normal tuesday I'd be at work and then i'd be moderately busy. Actually, I'd probably be reading a book and justifying it with the fact that i'm getting paid to just sit here and read books and then getting paid is being productive.
This is not a normal tuesday because the snow has thrown off my entire schedule. and it did snow a lot. i just did some homework. it was awesome
2 more papers then the semesters over and semesters fly by don't they.
It really sucks that we couldn't make it to sarah's on saturday. i had been looking forward to her party for a month. The last time we all got together for a party was Mike's birthday and that was a long ass time ago, at least in my mind. Please reschedule.
Instead of driving to westfield and going to work this weekend, courtney morgan and i pretty much locked ourselves into morgan's apartment and camped there for the entire weekend, which was interesting. we made cookies, and we even made it out to go the grocery store twice. the power went out on saturday night and it was really cold. it was a very odd weekend that invovled me forgetting that i actually had a life outside of those four rooms and being totally thrown back into the reality of my life in a very harsh, cold and blindingly white way.
Being with the same two people for like a million hours in a row is a very bonding experience. i've decided, and i think they agree, that we have developed a weird way of communicating that anybody outside of us three would never understand. it makes me wonder what somebody over hearing our conversations would think.
as a matter of fact, i always think this though. I like to make up stories in my head about where people come from and what they're doing when i see them in passing...so i figure people must be fabricating some really weird stories about the three of us.
I realize that i'v ebeen typing this fora few minutes and i haven't really stopped to read it over, and i don't even remember what my goal was when i started writing, which probably should have been a hint to not write anything at all...but anywho ( i say that now) i'm going to go outside
This is not a normal tuesday because the snow has thrown off my entire schedule. and it did snow a lot. i just did some homework. it was awesome
2 more papers then the semesters over and semesters fly by don't they.
It really sucks that we couldn't make it to sarah's on saturday. i had been looking forward to her party for a month. The last time we all got together for a party was Mike's birthday and that was a long ass time ago, at least in my mind. Please reschedule.
Instead of driving to westfield and going to work this weekend, courtney morgan and i pretty much locked ourselves into morgan's apartment and camped there for the entire weekend, which was interesting. we made cookies, and we even made it out to go the grocery store twice. the power went out on saturday night and it was really cold. it was a very odd weekend that invovled me forgetting that i actually had a life outside of those four rooms and being totally thrown back into the reality of my life in a very harsh, cold and blindingly white way.
Being with the same two people for like a million hours in a row is a very bonding experience. i've decided, and i think they agree, that we have developed a weird way of communicating that anybody outside of us three would never understand. it makes me wonder what somebody over hearing our conversations would think.
as a matter of fact, i always think this though. I like to make up stories in my head about where people come from and what they're doing when i see them in passing...so i figure people must be fabricating some really weird stories about the three of us.
I realize that i'v ebeen typing this fora few minutes and i haven't really stopped to read it over, and i don't even remember what my goal was when i started writing, which probably should have been a hint to not write anything at all...but anywho ( i say that now) i'm going to go outside