would you really fight the marmalade man?
So, if you are a friend of mine in Jackson and I should have called you by now and haven't, it's not because I don't love you. It's because I'm a sad, sad delinquent.
Had a really great weekend. Got a phone call from the ever-lovely Megan Morrison Saturday morning, then met up with her for some lunch at Broad Street (and saw hereunderthesun! yay!). Megan is living with my kick-ass friend Shane from the University Press, so I totally busted up into their house and commandeered them for the afternoon/evening. We ate some Moe's; we watched some Lost in Translation; we mused on the Tour de France. About 9:30 I went to Drew's to consume large quantities of Pina Colada's, but his cat got to me (my eyes were so itchy that I longed to take them out to wash them), so as soon as soberness hit I went to Wal Mart for eye drops and then home. The people who go to Wal Mart at 3 in the morning are i-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g, my friends.
Sunday I spent some time with my eldest sister and her two kids - the ones who came up from the coast to escape the hurricane Dennis. Sunday night I went out with my other sister, Libby, for some O'Charley's, some Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and some more late-night Wal Mart action. I got home to realize that my eldest sis and her crew had already gone home, so the house was pretty quiet again. Their house and all their stuff on the coast was a-ok, so that's good.
Yesterday I did a whole lot of nothing besides eat (Mexican for lunch; Macaroni Grille with Cakes for dinner), help my mom clean out some closets, and get my hair cut WAY too short. chrysippvs went with me, which was good, because I needed the moral support after the lady cut it WAY too short. I'll have pictures soon.
Today I've been depressed. I miss the Moops so much it aches. I got to talk to him this afternoon, and will call him again tomorrow. I think it's really all just hit me, and it hurts worse than anything I've ever felt. He's my soul, and he's so far away. There's nothing to be done but muddle through, though. My parents are dragging me out of the house tomorrow to go to some casino somewhere in Mississippi - that golden moon one, or something? And Moops has forbidden the use of Old Sad Bastard Music. So maybe I'll be cheered up a bit by this time tomorrow.
I just booked my hotel room for my trip up to Iowa next weekend. wOOt.
Had a really great weekend. Got a phone call from the ever-lovely Megan Morrison Saturday morning, then met up with her for some lunch at Broad Street (and saw hereunderthesun! yay!). Megan is living with my kick-ass friend Shane from the University Press, so I totally busted up into their house and commandeered them for the afternoon/evening. We ate some Moe's; we watched some Lost in Translation; we mused on the Tour de France. About 9:30 I went to Drew's to consume large quantities of Pina Colada's, but his cat got to me (my eyes were so itchy that I longed to take them out to wash them), so as soon as soberness hit I went to Wal Mart for eye drops and then home. The people who go to Wal Mart at 3 in the morning are i-n-t-e-r-e-s-t-i-n-g, my friends.
Sunday I spent some time with my eldest sister and her two kids - the ones who came up from the coast to escape the hurricane Dennis. Sunday night I went out with my other sister, Libby, for some O'Charley's, some Mr. and Mrs. Smith, and some more late-night Wal Mart action. I got home to realize that my eldest sis and her crew had already gone home, so the house was pretty quiet again. Their house and all their stuff on the coast was a-ok, so that's good.
Yesterday I did a whole lot of nothing besides eat (Mexican for lunch; Macaroni Grille with Cakes for dinner), help my mom clean out some closets, and get my hair cut WAY too short. chrysippvs went with me, which was good, because I needed the moral support after the lady cut it WAY too short. I'll have pictures soon.
Today I've been depressed. I miss the Moops so much it aches. I got to talk to him this afternoon, and will call him again tomorrow. I think it's really all just hit me, and it hurts worse than anything I've ever felt. He's my soul, and he's so far away. There's nothing to be done but muddle through, though. My parents are dragging me out of the house tomorrow to go to some casino somewhere in Mississippi - that golden moon one, or something? And Moops has forbidden the use of Old Sad Bastard Music. So maybe I'll be cheered up a bit by this time tomorrow.
I just booked my hotel room for my trip up to Iowa next weekend. wOOt.