You know what I love about this room? You have a coffee mug full of tampons.
Melinda and Alyssa were missing in action all weekend. It was a strange feeling to be away from them for so long when I knew that we were all still on or around campus.
I had anticipated blowing off the kind of, sort of plans that I had with Andrew for this evening (we were supposed to see Antibalas play with whoever else was going). However, upon returning to the dorms from work, I saw him and he asked if I would be joining him. I said maybe; it would depend on my studying. He offered to call before he left and I thought that would be fantastic. He never called. I still was planning on not going, but so much for karma, huh?
I think that I want to go drive somewhere. Not right now, seeing as its 1:17 AM, but tomorrow, when it's nice outside. Perhaps I can go find a park and a set of swings if I can round up willing and able company. I miss swinging-- it reminds me of having friends in Wadsworth. Maybe I will go and have some bubble tea this week. I think that, for the sake of my sanity, I deserve it.
I need to call Gina because I need to give her a life update. Gina always listens to me when I need to be a sniveling baby and she is a good person to have life updates with. Plus, I need to solidify the plans that we have for this weekend.
Today I was given a free I.C. Mango at Panera. I bet the manager thought I was a total babe. Perhaps I will frequent the Kenwood Panera more often and bat my eyelashes; false flirtation is worth free I.C. mango drinks. On my way home from work I called Bizz and drove with my sun roof and drivers side window open. I let my hand glide on the streamlined air and belted out songs in a pitch and key that was anything but worthy of recognition. When it's nice outside I don't mind driving the speed limit.
I started on my editorial. ..In my head. If I didn't have a History paper and an English essay looming over my head then maybe I would start writing it tomorrow during my laundry date with Annie. However, I would like to use that time to pow-wow with Annie about some things and to make a sufficient dent in my History paper.
I think that I need something stable. I have lost all sense of organization over the past month or so. I went from being a neat-freak-like roommate to queen bee of slobs. My constant mess is distracting me from life. I really don't function as well in clutter as I thought that I did. Maybe I should commission Oma to move into 604 so she can do my laundry, clean my room, make my bed, and pack my lunch. I had someone pack my lunch every single day for school until I came to college. And, now that I am here, I have a dinosaur lunch box that I cannot use. (It was a gift and I love it dearly.)
I have a problem where I forget that I need to rewrite "My Grumpy Grandma" so that I can find an agent and send it off to publishers. My aunt offered to help me, and I should not let her generosity go to waste. Now that I am surrounded by people that are able to draw I should have no problem finding someone to illustrate. Perhaps I will take my story to the next level and illustrate it myself. I wrote the original version of the story in fifth grade and my skills in art have not changed any (unless they have deteriorated). I think that my story and my stick figure and bushy trees would compliment one another quite well.
"Thanks for playin', Babe. Come again, would ya?
No thank you, Asshole. I've sworn off manhandling."
I had anticipated blowing off the kind of, sort of plans that I had with Andrew for this evening (we were supposed to see Antibalas play with whoever else was going). However, upon returning to the dorms from work, I saw him and he asked if I would be joining him. I said maybe; it would depend on my studying. He offered to call before he left and I thought that would be fantastic. He never called. I still was planning on not going, but so much for karma, huh?
I think that I want to go drive somewhere. Not right now, seeing as its 1:17 AM, but tomorrow, when it's nice outside. Perhaps I can go find a park and a set of swings if I can round up willing and able company. I miss swinging-- it reminds me of having friends in Wadsworth. Maybe I will go and have some bubble tea this week. I think that, for the sake of my sanity, I deserve it.
I need to call Gina because I need to give her a life update. Gina always listens to me when I need to be a sniveling baby and she is a good person to have life updates with. Plus, I need to solidify the plans that we have for this weekend.
Today I was given a free I.C. Mango at Panera. I bet the manager thought I was a total babe. Perhaps I will frequent the Kenwood Panera more often and bat my eyelashes; false flirtation is worth free I.C. mango drinks. On my way home from work I called Bizz and drove with my sun roof and drivers side window open. I let my hand glide on the streamlined air and belted out songs in a pitch and key that was anything but worthy of recognition. When it's nice outside I don't mind driving the speed limit.
I started on my editorial. ..In my head. If I didn't have a History paper and an English essay looming over my head then maybe I would start writing it tomorrow during my laundry date with Annie. However, I would like to use that time to pow-wow with Annie about some things and to make a sufficient dent in my History paper.
I think that I need something stable. I have lost all sense of organization over the past month or so. I went from being a neat-freak-like roommate to queen bee of slobs. My constant mess is distracting me from life. I really don't function as well in clutter as I thought that I did. Maybe I should commission Oma to move into 604 so she can do my laundry, clean my room, make my bed, and pack my lunch. I had someone pack my lunch every single day for school until I came to college. And, now that I am here, I have a dinosaur lunch box that I cannot use. (It was a gift and I love it dearly.)
I have a problem where I forget that I need to rewrite "My Grumpy Grandma" so that I can find an agent and send it off to publishers. My aunt offered to help me, and I should not let her generosity go to waste. Now that I am surrounded by people that are able to draw I should have no problem finding someone to illustrate. Perhaps I will take my story to the next level and illustrate it myself. I wrote the original version of the story in fifth grade and my skills in art have not changed any (unless they have deteriorated). I think that my story and my stick figure and bushy trees would compliment one another quite well.
"Thanks for playin', Babe. Come again, would ya?
No thank you, Asshole. I've sworn off manhandling."