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so, i've discovered that i need precisely 45 minutes to get out of bed and get ready. *MAYBE* less if i don't shower, but pretty much, it still takes me about 45 minutes. why can't i move faster? this morning i reaaally didn't want to get out of bed. i hate when you are in full ciruit REM cycle and then your fucking buzzer alarm shocks you out of it all. i miss my brother for precisely this reason. he woke me up all through high school. he would shower first, and then knock on my door. now, i would meanwhile set my alarm to the worst, most obnoxious station possible (either the metal station but more often the country one because even the awful sounds of nickleback couldn't shake me sometimes) and i still wouldn't get up. totally unconcious. but with the smallest, quietest, single rap on my door, i would (pretty literally) leap out of bed.
anyway, i've also discovered that i love coffee.
and that the elbow room on green street is pretty swell.
also, maya is back. she somehow managed to make a 5 hour drive into a 12 hour venture, leaving at 8:30 at night and arriving in my dorm at 7:30 in the morning. keep in mind that when my girlfriend and i woke up at 9:30 to shower, we had NO IDEA that she was there. i mean, NO FUCKING IDEA. and we sleep nude a lot. and so we get up and stumble across the room and grab towels and head off to shower and it is only when we get back to the room that we notice the bag maya has left here for the last couple of days now has a new addition: a box of hair products and shower stuff. but we are still somehow totally and completely confused. i even OPENED that box and looked at it and though, "huh, thats weird. sarah must have found maya's stuff somewhere (even though i haven't seen it at all in the last few days lying around my room) and put it out here." (?) so then i'm getting ready for work, totally totally naked and putting on deoderant when sarah (who is changing in the closet) starts giggling and asks me if i knew maya was there. and she is asleep in my fucking bed! WHAT?? you can't imagine how totally confused i was, having no idea she had been on the futon since 7:30 and not being able to figure out how she got into my room and fell asleep in my bed without me noticing.
what a creep.
so now, maya is here and last night was Smith Celebration (a student held event for loving with no boundaries), so we went to the wilson steps in the quad with the rest of the homosexuals and various shades of queers and allies. the skits this year were fucking great. they were hi-larious. and coordinated. and really well put together. lots of queers and people dressing up as queer stereotypes and taking off their clothes. one girl came on totally naked except for a construction paper thunder cloud over her vag. (a skit on weather at smith). another girl paraded around in a cardboard vagina costume. two girls made out on stage and they seriously, serioulsy went at it, and that was pretty hot too. and my bear put on an amazing and powerful performance with the prism group. afterwards people had booths set out: hot chocolate/cider/stickers/free flashlights/free candy, kissing line (which was awkward), head shaving booth and lap dances! i have maya fully convinced to apply to smith and/or move to noho after she finishes her road trip excursion. we both pretty much just grinned the whole time.
you know, my friend loryn asked me if being surrounded by so many attractive women ever gets old, or routine, or if i get used to it. and in a way, i guess it's not as shocking as it used to be, and i'm definitly not out to hook up with every girl i meet, but generally no. it never gets old and the amazing and beautiful students at smith never stop turning my head.
so anyway it is 10:30 or so and i'm at work doing this instead of researching classes, study abroad, internships or doing my homework. i've been looking into that stuff lately and i tell you, the studio art program at smith can suck my cock. there are like three possible abroad programs for studio art and while scotland, london and australia are cool, i'm pissed about my limitations. what if i want to go somewhere else? i asked about that and as it turns out, to petition, i would have had to have my major declared, my plan of study for the rest of my time at smith, and my petition written by the (once a year, for the year before you go) Nov. 1 deadline. which pretty much fucks any art major wanting to do something different. booooooooo. they need to change that ridiculous policy.
two more important things:
first, yesterday was sarah and my eight month anniversary :) so happy anniversary baby! i love you!
second, today is TRENDA LOFTIN'S 19TH BIRTHDAY AND I LOVE HER TOO!!
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, BEAR!
you are my sunshine!
now off to do more important things than livejournal. but probably not.
anyway, i've also discovered that i love coffee.
and that the elbow room on green street is pretty swell.
also, maya is back. she somehow managed to make a 5 hour drive into a 12 hour venture, leaving at 8:30 at night and arriving in my dorm at 7:30 in the morning. keep in mind that when my girlfriend and i woke up at 9:30 to shower, we had NO IDEA that she was there. i mean, NO FUCKING IDEA. and we sleep nude a lot. and so we get up and stumble across the room and grab towels and head off to shower and it is only when we get back to the room that we notice the bag maya has left here for the last couple of days now has a new addition: a box of hair products and shower stuff. but we are still somehow totally and completely confused. i even OPENED that box and looked at it and though, "huh, thats weird. sarah must have found maya's stuff somewhere (even though i haven't seen it at all in the last few days lying around my room) and put it out here." (?) so then i'm getting ready for work, totally totally naked and putting on deoderant when sarah (who is changing in the closet) starts giggling and asks me if i knew maya was there. and she is asleep in my fucking bed! WHAT?? you can't imagine how totally confused i was, having no idea she had been on the futon since 7:30 and not being able to figure out how she got into my room and fell asleep in my bed without me noticing.
what a creep.
so now, maya is here and last night was Smith Celebration (a student held event for loving with no boundaries), so we went to the wilson steps in the quad with the rest of the homosexuals and various shades of queers and allies. the skits this year were fucking great. they were hi-larious. and coordinated. and really well put together. lots of queers and people dressing up as queer stereotypes and taking off their clothes. one girl came on totally naked except for a construction paper thunder cloud over her vag. (a skit on weather at smith). another girl paraded around in a cardboard vagina costume. two girls made out on stage and they seriously, serioulsy went at it, and that was pretty hot too. and my bear put on an amazing and powerful performance with the prism group. afterwards people had booths set out: hot chocolate/cider/stickers/free flashlights/free candy, kissing line (which was awkward), head shaving booth and lap dances! i have maya fully convinced to apply to smith and/or move to noho after she finishes her road trip excursion. we both pretty much just grinned the whole time.
you know, my friend loryn asked me if being surrounded by so many attractive women ever gets old, or routine, or if i get used to it. and in a way, i guess it's not as shocking as it used to be, and i'm definitly not out to hook up with every girl i meet, but generally no. it never gets old and the amazing and beautiful students at smith never stop turning my head.
so anyway it is 10:30 or so and i'm at work doing this instead of researching classes, study abroad, internships or doing my homework. i've been looking into that stuff lately and i tell you, the studio art program at smith can suck my cock. there are like three possible abroad programs for studio art and while scotland, london and australia are cool, i'm pissed about my limitations. what if i want to go somewhere else? i asked about that and as it turns out, to petition, i would have had to have my major declared, my plan of study for the rest of my time at smith, and my petition written by the (once a year, for the year before you go) Nov. 1 deadline. which pretty much fucks any art major wanting to do something different. booooooooo. they need to change that ridiculous policy.
two more important things:
first, yesterday was sarah and my eight month anniversary :) so happy anniversary baby! i love you!
second, today is TRENDA LOFTIN'S 19TH BIRTHDAY AND I LOVE HER TOO!!
HAPPY FUCKING BIRTHDAY, BEAR!
you are my sunshine!
now off to do more important things than livejournal. but probably not.