the seedless grapes club. that's so great.
mood: warm and sleepy.
music: damien rice - the blower's daughter
things have calmed down, at this very moment in time, and hopefully remain this way for a few days. or at least long enough to write a sizable entry. and since my life is little but school/mom/work/sleep/jay time, it leaves me with little to update with. so here i go, random facts, random thoughts, in a random order.
- this week, i will START PACKING. i swear it.
- in light of my recent development in the field of girlishness, i take it one step further and admit i want to wear a killer, yet modestly priced, wedding dress. it will be the one time where pictures of me in a dress will not only be allowed, but encouraged.
- further more, i will cry buckets if terry, david and vidal are not there on my wedding day.
- i will probably also cry buckets, or sizable containers of any sort, the first time i watch dr. dorian without terry.
- and probably on the drive out of florida, too.
- all five hours of it, baby.
- my first depressing song ever was better than ezra - desperately wanting. it still tugs at the heart strings just a little, even though it was so long ago.
bush - the one i love
- someone told me once i was a girl with uninterrupted prosperity. (it's stolen, i know.) but i've been thinking what an excellent blessing that is. "may you have uninterrupted prosperity in your life together."
- i need my daily dooce like i need my daily chocolate fix.
dido - here with me
- i had this extreme desire the other day to play oregon trail for some reason. ( yes, over an xbox game. ) we downloaded it and in my carriage of myself, terry, david, my mother and jay i was the only one who managed to not get bitten by a snake/come down with dysentery/ or any other debilitating circumstance that would hinder my resulting score. everyone else was bitten at least twice.
- terry's feeling thin. like butter scraped over too much bread. ;p hang in there, terry. indulge in some pipe weed and drink a pint, you'll feel better in no time.
- my color theory teacher told me in various ways i had excellent potential as a painter today, which i'm going to take and mull over and allow to inflate my head to disastrous proportions. because i haven't painted since high school. but in general .. each time is like the first time when someone appreciates what you've spent your whole life doing. which is my next point.
morcheeba - blindfold
- i've always, always wanted to do something predominantly artistic, as a career path. not a minor but a major, not a hobby but a passion.
- february is just around the corner. february is crunch time. crunch, jay, crunch.