[poppin bottles in the ice like a blizzard]
Day Four: Seven things that cross your mind a lot.
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
A LOOK INTO THE MIND OF SARAH. PREPARE TO BE UNDERWHELMED.
1. Song lyrics. I perpetually have a song stuck in my head. Perpetually. Sometimes this is bad, because what I hum is generally the last thing I hear, and this week because of upcoming performances the last thing I hear is nine times out of ten Henry Cowell's United Quartet, which while badass is extremely high-pitched and atonal to boot. Whistling this gets me looks. |D
2. How I appear to other people. It's a perfectly normal human thing to do that we all do to some degree, but it governs basically every social interaction I have - How does this look to the person I am speaking to and Oh god did that sound to them like I meant for it to sound and Well fuck don't I just look a moron now. Thinking too much about it doesn't prevent me making a fool of myself, regrettably.
3. RP. Yeah, I know. |D But when I'm bored or not thinking about anything too terribly deeply, my mind defaults to planning tags, considering upcoming interactions, just messing around with characters in my head. It's fun, it keeps me awake, it reminds me that I do have hobbies.
4. "....Wait. What day is it again?" (This happens way too much.)
5. My future. I daydream about this near-constantly right now, trying to picture where I'll be in five years. Not a terribly successful venture because I have no fucking clue.
6. Owls. Man, they're just so cute. :D
7. "Fuck. I should be practicing. I should really be practicing. Should I run to Catlett? I'll be warm by the time I get there, right? Maybe the upstairs classroom is empty. Fuck shit fuck I should so be practicing right now..."
In other news:
I got a 100 on my foreign relations final essay. If I exert any effort to study, I will make an A in this, my most difficult and also my favorite class. I am so excited. 8D
I am going to see a band called the Octopus Project tonight. They're from Austin, their music is apparently classy and joyous, and they wear cool costumes. Why the hell not.
Last night was another College First: Spent the night in a dude's bed. The circumstances are not nearly so sketchy as they sound. See, all my guy friends with few exceptions are quite close, and over the course of the semester they've been moving one by one onto the hall exactly five floors above mine. So when I'm doing nothing in particular (or they're doing nothing in particular, which is much more common), I get the "COME UP TO OUR FLOOR AND HANG OUT" text. Last night we had a Couch Crash, which is kind of like a slumber party except I am the only girl, and we played Risk on their Xbox and goofed off for a few hours. I ended up staying, crashing on my friend's bed, and we giggled like middle school girls while we Facebook-creeped on his iPhone and eventually fell asleep with my stuffed owl between us (as chaperone).
....Okay, so the sketchiness of it became more apparent to me when I woke up at 7:30 this morning, climbed over my friend, half-fell out of his loft bed, and let myself out of their hall as quietly as possible, in my PJs with epic bedhead. I think it hit me on the elevator how completely sketchy the whole situation would look to anyone who didn't know me, and for a moment I was worried that I would get a Reputation. But then I remembered that my fraternity brothers are not that kind of people and would vouch for my purity; and that thought made me very grateful that I have friends like that.
I sent my friend a text about an hour later: "hey dude I think I left my stuffed owl in your dorm." Then I realized that this was not a conventional morning-after text, and wondered what my Reputation would be like if my friends were the kind to give me one as a result of all this. "She left what? Dude, what the hell? What did you do with a stuffed owl? Shit, man..."
Then I stopped thinking about it so hard and just found it funny. |D
(Though he is taking Ishmael to class with him today before he returns him. I think it's been agreed that we now have joint custody of him. God I love my friends.)
Day Five: Six things you wish you’d never done.
Day Six: Five people who mean a lot (in no order whatsoever)
Day Seven: Four turn offs.
Day Eight: Three turn ons.
Day Nine: Two images that describe your life right now, and why.
Day Ten: One confession.
A LOOK INTO THE MIND OF SARAH. PREPARE TO BE UNDERWHELMED.
1. Song lyrics. I perpetually have a song stuck in my head. Perpetually. Sometimes this is bad, because what I hum is generally the last thing I hear, and this week because of upcoming performances the last thing I hear is nine times out of ten Henry Cowell's United Quartet, which while badass is extremely high-pitched and atonal to boot. Whistling this gets me looks. |D
2. How I appear to other people. It's a perfectly normal human thing to do that we all do to some degree, but it governs basically every social interaction I have - How does this look to the person I am speaking to and Oh god did that sound to them like I meant for it to sound and Well fuck don't I just look a moron now. Thinking too much about it doesn't prevent me making a fool of myself, regrettably.
3. RP. Yeah, I know. |D But when I'm bored or not thinking about anything too terribly deeply, my mind defaults to planning tags, considering upcoming interactions, just messing around with characters in my head. It's fun, it keeps me awake, it reminds me that I do have hobbies.
4. "....Wait. What day is it again?" (This happens way too much.)
5. My future. I daydream about this near-constantly right now, trying to picture where I'll be in five years. Not a terribly successful venture because I have no fucking clue.
6. Owls. Man, they're just so cute. :D
7. "Fuck. I should be practicing. I should really be practicing. Should I run to Catlett? I'll be warm by the time I get there, right? Maybe the upstairs classroom is empty. Fuck shit fuck I should so be practicing right now..."
In other news:
I got a 100 on my foreign relations final essay. If I exert any effort to study, I will make an A in this, my most difficult and also my favorite class. I am so excited. 8D
I am going to see a band called the Octopus Project tonight. They're from Austin, their music is apparently classy and joyous, and they wear cool costumes. Why the hell not.
Last night was another College First: Spent the night in a dude's bed. The circumstances are not nearly so sketchy as they sound. See, all my guy friends with few exceptions are quite close, and over the course of the semester they've been moving one by one onto the hall exactly five floors above mine. So when I'm doing nothing in particular (or they're doing nothing in particular, which is much more common), I get the "COME UP TO OUR FLOOR AND HANG OUT" text. Last night we had a Couch Crash, which is kind of like a slumber party except I am the only girl, and we played Risk on their Xbox and goofed off for a few hours. I ended up staying, crashing on my friend's bed, and we giggled like middle school girls while we Facebook-creeped on his iPhone and eventually fell asleep with my stuffed owl between us (as chaperone).
....Okay, so the sketchiness of it became more apparent to me when I woke up at 7:30 this morning, climbed over my friend, half-fell out of his loft bed, and let myself out of their hall as quietly as possible, in my PJs with epic bedhead. I think it hit me on the elevator how completely sketchy the whole situation would look to anyone who didn't know me, and for a moment I was worried that I would get a Reputation. But then I remembered that my fraternity brothers are not that kind of people and would vouch for my purity; and that thought made me very grateful that I have friends like that.
I sent my friend a text about an hour later: "hey dude I think I left my stuffed owl in your dorm." Then I realized that this was not a conventional morning-after text, and wondered what my Reputation would be like if my friends were the kind to give me one as a result of all this. "She left what? Dude, what the hell? What did you do with a stuffed owl? Shit, man..."
Then I stopped thinking about it so hard and just found it funny. |D
(Though he is taking Ishmael to class with him today before he returns him. I think it's been agreed that we now have joint custody of him. God I love my friends.)