and they still feel restless here
cooler temperatures have finally reached casper. traaalallaalalallalalaaa, i guess it's still spring time, so have at it!
my favorite scent in the whole entire world (this includes men with cologne and Sephora in Paris) is that of the russian olive trees blooming next to my house. no matter where i stand upstairs, if there's a window open, the sweet smell of those little flowers wander through and make me happy. it's something small, i guess, but something i enjoy so much in the early to mid month of june.
currently i am watching the evening news with my mom. of course, coverage of the CNFRodeo. yay, rodeo. funtimes. i don't think i've been to one of those in quite awhile. wow, check out that whiplash...yeipkes. holy crap, calf roping...wow. i think if i tried that, the calf would rope me and that would be the end of it.
thanks, kids next door, for jumping on your damn trampoline for all hours of the night and screaming like no one is listening. you are WRONG, children, WRONG.
these past few days have told me i am most DEF not ready to have kids. thank god. i'm a screaming kid magnet. everywhere i go, there have been screaming brats no more than 2 feet away from me. i don't know what i did in a past life to deserve this, but let me tell you, parents are SUCKING at keeping their children under control. my kids (if i ever warm up to the idea) will be the best behaved children ever. because, if they act up, i will do what my parents did and leave with them right away. no more candy, no more dinner, you just sit there and think about your actions. man, if i had a noodle for every time i heard that as a kid...i'd have a pool o'spaghetti, a la patch adams.
my 20th birthday was yesterday. besides the facebook lovin' and the calls from some friends (including drunk friends, my faaave) it didn't seem like my birthday. i don't know why. maybe it was when i went to get coffee with two friends, one of whom is a rather dramatic/emotional girl friend of mine, and a bomb exploded inside her and it ended up with her spending the night on my bedroom floor. it's not like i wanted my own time when i got home. it's not like i wanted a tear-free, whine-free birthday or anything. why the fuck i didn't just go down to laramie...i'll never know. it's okay. i pity this friend. i just seriously wish i could talk to her and have a mature conversation without worrying if she's going to break down in tears (in a public place, i'll have you know.)
now there's a program on with our family friends who are going to talk about their experience almost (and nearly) getting blown to pieces in a terrorist bombing in Egypt. i need things like this to keep my life in perspective. extremely valuable.
my favorite scent in the whole entire world (this includes men with cologne and Sephora in Paris) is that of the russian olive trees blooming next to my house. no matter where i stand upstairs, if there's a window open, the sweet smell of those little flowers wander through and make me happy. it's something small, i guess, but something i enjoy so much in the early to mid month of june.
currently i am watching the evening news with my mom. of course, coverage of the CNFRodeo. yay, rodeo. funtimes. i don't think i've been to one of those in quite awhile. wow, check out that whiplash...yeipkes. holy crap, calf roping...wow. i think if i tried that, the calf would rope me and that would be the end of it.
thanks, kids next door, for jumping on your damn trampoline for all hours of the night and screaming like no one is listening. you are WRONG, children, WRONG.
these past few days have told me i am most DEF not ready to have kids. thank god. i'm a screaming kid magnet. everywhere i go, there have been screaming brats no more than 2 feet away from me. i don't know what i did in a past life to deserve this, but let me tell you, parents are SUCKING at keeping their children under control. my kids (if i ever warm up to the idea) will be the best behaved children ever. because, if they act up, i will do what my parents did and leave with them right away. no more candy, no more dinner, you just sit there and think about your actions. man, if i had a noodle for every time i heard that as a kid...i'd have a pool o'spaghetti, a la patch adams.
my 20th birthday was yesterday. besides the facebook lovin' and the calls from some friends (including drunk friends, my faaave) it didn't seem like my birthday. i don't know why. maybe it was when i went to get coffee with two friends, one of whom is a rather dramatic/emotional girl friend of mine, and a bomb exploded inside her and it ended up with her spending the night on my bedroom floor. it's not like i wanted my own time when i got home. it's not like i wanted a tear-free, whine-free birthday or anything. why the fuck i didn't just go down to laramie...i'll never know. it's okay. i pity this friend. i just seriously wish i could talk to her and have a mature conversation without worrying if she's going to break down in tears (in a public place, i'll have you know.)
now there's a program on with our family friends who are going to talk about their experience almost (and nearly) getting blown to pieces in a terrorist bombing in Egypt. i need things like this to keep my life in perspective. extremely valuable.