some thoughts. coherency, like capitalization, is overrated.
There needs to be a new rule instituted regarding cell phone calls. I'd call it the "Don't Effing Call Your Daughter If You're Drunk Because She Can't Tell What You're Saying and Probably Doesn't Want to Talk to You Anyway" Act of 2006.
Anyway. My emotions have been flip-flopping so much lately. I don't know what to do with myself. I've been trying to stay away from people for the most part, because I know that at any given moment I may either a) punch them in their respective faces or b) smother them with all manner of affection. Right now, it's about 50/50.
I sincerely hope this upcoming weekend is half as amazing as the one that just went by. I don't have terribly high expectations, though, as not much can top my most euphoric moment to date: sitting on a pleasantly cushioned bed in a warm hotel room with just my mom, watching a brand new episode of Monk, sharing a crossword puzzle. With my plastic spoon poised over a cup of TCBY.
And of course on Sunday I went to the aquarium and then to linner with AIMEE and her family, which pretty much made my life. It's funny how many "new" friends I've met just this year. Not counting anyone who actually GOES to North Park. (Sorry again, Aimee, that I know nothing about Chicago and missed the street how many times? Three?)
It has recently come to my attention that, for a former comm major, I'm really bad at communicating. Good thing I dropped that.
Also, HOLY CRAP, WHEN DID MY SISTER GROW UP. My dad just sent me a bunch of pictures from their DC trip and she's so OLD looking. Sheesh.
Spring break next week. Currently, I have plans to see: Emma, Keith, Ruth, and Jerry. I'm pretty sure I have more friends than that, though, so you should call me. Or not-call me, since I hate the phone. (Which reminds me, some lady called me on the way to dance yesterday asking for Millie. When I said "I'm sorry, this is Carla; I think you have the wrong number," she responded "This is who? Carla? Well...is Millie there?")
I missed a whole bunch of important days last week. I wish happy belated birthdays to Christian, Aimee, and Maxx, and a happy on-time one to Doug.
I want so badly to not be like everyone else. Yet, I also want to be so completely comfortable with my uniqueness that I can still interact normally with the everyone elses.
Anyway. My emotions have been flip-flopping so much lately. I don't know what to do with myself. I've been trying to stay away from people for the most part, because I know that at any given moment I may either a) punch them in their respective faces or b) smother them with all manner of affection. Right now, it's about 50/50.
I sincerely hope this upcoming weekend is half as amazing as the one that just went by. I don't have terribly high expectations, though, as not much can top my most euphoric moment to date: sitting on a pleasantly cushioned bed in a warm hotel room with just my mom, watching a brand new episode of Monk, sharing a crossword puzzle. With my plastic spoon poised over a cup of TCBY.
And of course on Sunday I went to the aquarium and then to linner with AIMEE and her family, which pretty much made my life. It's funny how many "new" friends I've met just this year. Not counting anyone who actually GOES to North Park. (Sorry again, Aimee, that I know nothing about Chicago and missed the street how many times? Three?)
It has recently come to my attention that, for a former comm major, I'm really bad at communicating. Good thing I dropped that.
Also, HOLY CRAP, WHEN DID MY SISTER GROW UP. My dad just sent me a bunch of pictures from their DC trip and she's so OLD looking. Sheesh.
Spring break next week. Currently, I have plans to see: Emma, Keith, Ruth, and Jerry. I'm pretty sure I have more friends than that, though, so you should call me. Or not-call me, since I hate the phone. (Which reminds me, some lady called me on the way to dance yesterday asking for Millie. When I said "I'm sorry, this is Carla; I think you have the wrong number," she responded "This is who? Carla? Well...is Millie there?")
I missed a whole bunch of important days last week. I wish happy belated birthdays to Christian, Aimee, and Maxx, and a happy on-time one to Doug.
I want so badly to not be like everyone else. Yet, I also want to be so completely comfortable with my uniqueness that I can still interact normally with the everyone elses.