A Crown and a Scepter
I'm only mildly discontent. There are a lot of things going right. For example, I ran to the mall today and picked out a band banquet/Christmas/New Year's Eve dress that I think will serve me well and it didnt cost me as much as I thought it would. My mom is going to be happy that I've bought a dress instead of a nice collared shirt and pants, too, so I'm excited to show her what I've bought. I even went so far as to buy a necklace to match.
I went on an adventure with Dave I. this afternoon also, and I had a lot of fun driving around with him, calling toy shops and fixing his XM radio. I never thought a search for pull-along duckies would be so fun. I'm glad he let me go with him. Sam is going to love this. The discontent spurs from the fact that I want to shower, we lost the women's game, the apartment is a God-awful mess, I'm turning in my uniform late, I have to miss closing ceremonies for Kappa Kappa Psi, and I'm going to fail my Chemistry final if I don't get to studying soon. Oh! Also, we didn't play Elfman at the gig today and it made me significantly less happy. I gave Bryce some red vines, hugged Emily and helped Jeremy put away the drum set...so that made my happy again. Its been a roller coaster kind of Tuesday for me.
I am going to clean like mad as soon as I get a chance to shower, and I'll be done by 2 AM for sure, because thats when Sam gets off of work and he said he might bring me my scarf. I'll stop cleaning then. Christ on a crutch is the kitchen sink a disaster area. It makes me want to cry just looking at it. My room could be better, but the den doesn't look too bad. The kitchen...oh, the kitchen. I think I'm going to need some serious chemicals to make a dent in that one. :(
I'm still in my banquet dress and heels, listening to some sappy, emotionally charged italian aria by Josh Groban. I feel hopeless. Cleaning. Right. Sigh.
I went on an adventure with Dave I. this afternoon also, and I had a lot of fun driving around with him, calling toy shops and fixing his XM radio. I never thought a search for pull-along duckies would be so fun. I'm glad he let me go with him. Sam is going to love this. The discontent spurs from the fact that I want to shower, we lost the women's game, the apartment is a God-awful mess, I'm turning in my uniform late, I have to miss closing ceremonies for Kappa Kappa Psi, and I'm going to fail my Chemistry final if I don't get to studying soon. Oh! Also, we didn't play Elfman at the gig today and it made me significantly less happy. I gave Bryce some red vines, hugged Emily and helped Jeremy put away the drum set...so that made my happy again. Its been a roller coaster kind of Tuesday for me.
I am going to clean like mad as soon as I get a chance to shower, and I'll be done by 2 AM for sure, because thats when Sam gets off of work and he said he might bring me my scarf. I'll stop cleaning then. Christ on a crutch is the kitchen sink a disaster area. It makes me want to cry just looking at it. My room could be better, but the den doesn't look too bad. The kitchen...oh, the kitchen. I think I'm going to need some serious chemicals to make a dent in that one. :(
I'm still in my banquet dress and heels, listening to some sappy, emotionally charged italian aria by Josh Groban. I feel hopeless. Cleaning. Right. Sigh.