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i'm not ashamed to say that i've been listening to the full length version of "thank you for being a friend" (andrew gold) on a semi regular basis for the past 6 months. it got me through some tough times during the semester and always managed to put a goofy smile on my goofy face.
sometimes the worst songs put us into the best of moods.
by the way, until you've heard the bridge to thank you for being a friend you have not yet experienced the pure GENIUS of electronic music. andrew gold breaks it down like none other.
i've been so lazy lately. SO lazy. i need to go running. i think the muscle in my leg has broken down to the point in which it will soon begin to ease out of my pores in search of freedom and physical activity. i've developed a rather nasty caffeine addiction. its an expensive habit. 2 dollars a day at least. thats 14 dollars a week... hot damn. thats over 700 dollars a year. dang it! i'm glad to see that my journal entries have reverted back to their own mindlessness and irrelevance.
i've been doing excessive research on the peace corps lately. when did all of my decisions become so important? granted in its own way every decision has the possibility of radically altering the course of ones life. but i feel as though i'm being lowered into this superhighway of ultra hyper important decisions and i've got to take a flying leap onto the most promising vehicle and somehow maneuver it into my own future.
and i don't even drive!
every now and then people will call me annie. and when in the presence of extended family (and even immediate family) those incidences take a huge jump in frequency. it always startles me when people call me annie. who is she? annie is someone who i couldve been had i made one of those life altering decisions i referred to earlier. she exists in a parallel universe. i imagine she showers on a more regular basis. she might go tanning. she's probably good at sports. maybe she reads those awful books that awful tv shows go on to be based upon. well... we all do. but she admits it and openly recommends them. she definitely liked the da vinci code. she has her liscence. and a car. she's super excited about spring break, only drinks vodka, and would get a boob job if she ever won the lottery.
i hate annie.
the truth is, i know who annie is, and i know why i cringe when people mention her. she's 7, talks to herself on a regular basis (especially in the bathroom for some reason, she thinks people can't hear her when she's in there). and she NEVER closes the door when she goes to the bathroom. she insists upon performing completely ad lib dance performances for friends and family members on a regular basis. she put a bicycle reflector in her shoe for three consecutive sundays in hopes that she, like the martyrs and saints about whom she read, will behave respectfully at mass. she's completely demented. she's pretty sure that the priests have girlfriends whom they bring over to the church after we all leave. she HATES tag (she's always "it"). she wishes people would just catch on to the game she invented called "around the world". sure, it involves a lot of imagination, but it'd be fun if we'd all just focus! she picks up trash on the ground because she thinks that even inanimate objects are capable of loneliness and being cold. she shoveled the grass in her yard one halloween when it snowed. not the driveway. no one walks on the driveway for halloween, they cut through grass. she didn't want halloween to be canceled. she organized a parade comprised of a plastic saxaphone and a best friend who put up with all of her shenanigans. and she DIED of embarassment when her brother said "isn't that the boy you love?" loud enough so that john mar roper could hear when he rode by on his bike. she's afraid of some of her family members. she will only wear skirts and galoshes. she needs to be pushed into the table until its right up against her chest- she's very picky about that. she sucks her thumb.
i love her to death.
sometimes the worst songs put us into the best of moods.
by the way, until you've heard the bridge to thank you for being a friend you have not yet experienced the pure GENIUS of electronic music. andrew gold breaks it down like none other.
i've been so lazy lately. SO lazy. i need to go running. i think the muscle in my leg has broken down to the point in which it will soon begin to ease out of my pores in search of freedom and physical activity. i've developed a rather nasty caffeine addiction. its an expensive habit. 2 dollars a day at least. thats 14 dollars a week... hot damn. thats over 700 dollars a year. dang it! i'm glad to see that my journal entries have reverted back to their own mindlessness and irrelevance.
i've been doing excessive research on the peace corps lately. when did all of my decisions become so important? granted in its own way every decision has the possibility of radically altering the course of ones life. but i feel as though i'm being lowered into this superhighway of ultra hyper important decisions and i've got to take a flying leap onto the most promising vehicle and somehow maneuver it into my own future.
and i don't even drive!
every now and then people will call me annie. and when in the presence of extended family (and even immediate family) those incidences take a huge jump in frequency. it always startles me when people call me annie. who is she? annie is someone who i couldve been had i made one of those life altering decisions i referred to earlier. she exists in a parallel universe. i imagine she showers on a more regular basis. she might go tanning. she's probably good at sports. maybe she reads those awful books that awful tv shows go on to be based upon. well... we all do. but she admits it and openly recommends them. she definitely liked the da vinci code. she has her liscence. and a car. she's super excited about spring break, only drinks vodka, and would get a boob job if she ever won the lottery.
i hate annie.
the truth is, i know who annie is, and i know why i cringe when people mention her. she's 7, talks to herself on a regular basis (especially in the bathroom for some reason, she thinks people can't hear her when she's in there). and she NEVER closes the door when she goes to the bathroom. she insists upon performing completely ad lib dance performances for friends and family members on a regular basis. she put a bicycle reflector in her shoe for three consecutive sundays in hopes that she, like the martyrs and saints about whom she read, will behave respectfully at mass. she's completely demented. she's pretty sure that the priests have girlfriends whom they bring over to the church after we all leave. she HATES tag (she's always "it"). she wishes people would just catch on to the game she invented called "around the world". sure, it involves a lot of imagination, but it'd be fun if we'd all just focus! she picks up trash on the ground because she thinks that even inanimate objects are capable of loneliness and being cold. she shoveled the grass in her yard one halloween when it snowed. not the driveway. no one walks on the driveway for halloween, they cut through grass. she didn't want halloween to be canceled. she organized a parade comprised of a plastic saxaphone and a best friend who put up with all of her shenanigans. and she DIED of embarassment when her brother said "isn't that the boy you love?" loud enough so that john mar roper could hear when he rode by on his bike. she's afraid of some of her family members. she will only wear skirts and galoshes. she needs to be pushed into the table until its right up against her chest- she's very picky about that. she sucks her thumb.
i love her to death.