it its light I saw my two feet on the ground
I was pretty much a terrible person this past weekend. terrible in the sense that I didn't accomplish what I wanted to and didn't go out when I could and should have. I locked myself in my house with my grandma and my thoughts... resulting in a somewhat rash, ill-thought out decision that I took back nine hours later. with a lot of tears in between. I won't blame friday on myself, but I am blaming myself for saturday, sunday, and monday.
but last night and today totally made up for it. ann arbor last night made me really happy. in somewhat chronological order: sara was brakin' hard on the ann arbor junction. I screamed at (sometimes parked) semis. we walked (some of us into street signs) in the cold cold cold. I was a really happy consumer at urban outfitters. I saw people I hadn't seen in awhile. I ate cheap and good sushi. I freaked out about being late and feared sitting by myself. I got screwed over for being a nice person in the merchandise swarm. tilly and the wall made me want to take tap lessons again. my fears of sitting alone were quelled when I moved up twenty rows thanks to fiona and the empty seat in front of her. I sat down and absorbed the wonderfulness of bright eyes. I got lost in the bathroom at the michigan theater. I even got excited about student housing. I realized that in seven months, this all is going to be my life. and became really really happy.
staying home from school today was probably the best thing ever. I didn't have exams. and just slept instead. and bonded with my mother. and watched kelly and nicole perform napoleon dynamite for me. and studied for french. and fell in love with candles. they make me want to study? it's weird.
but I'm pretty sure my mom made my day... we just got new dishes, etc. in our kitchen. she was packing away our old salt and pepper shakers while I was eating breakfast. she said, "okay, this is kind of creepy, but I just have to tell you this." I swallowed my cereal and looked up. she was holding the stopper that goes in the bottom of the salt shaker. while giggling. "what does this look like to you?" "uhhh..." "oh, come on! it looks like the tip of a penis!" it really did. but I don't think I've ever even heard my mom say that word before. it was slightly awkward, but was probably the funniest thing ever. and then she continued on about how the color was even similar to male genitalia and how when I get my own apartment I can have the stuff she's packing away... and that the salt and pepper shakers will provide for good conversation pieces. my mom can be so amazing sometimes.
I'm wearing boxers under my pajama pants for the second night in a row. am I turning into a man?
can I graduate and go to college now?
but last night and today totally made up for it. ann arbor last night made me really happy. in somewhat chronological order: sara was brakin' hard on the ann arbor junction. I screamed at (sometimes parked) semis. we walked (some of us into street signs) in the cold cold cold. I was a really happy consumer at urban outfitters. I saw people I hadn't seen in awhile. I ate cheap and good sushi. I freaked out about being late and feared sitting by myself. I got screwed over for being a nice person in the merchandise swarm. tilly and the wall made me want to take tap lessons again. my fears of sitting alone were quelled when I moved up twenty rows thanks to fiona and the empty seat in front of her. I sat down and absorbed the wonderfulness of bright eyes. I got lost in the bathroom at the michigan theater. I even got excited about student housing. I realized that in seven months, this all is going to be my life. and became really really happy.
staying home from school today was probably the best thing ever. I didn't have exams. and just slept instead. and bonded with my mother. and watched kelly and nicole perform napoleon dynamite for me. and studied for french. and fell in love with candles. they make me want to study? it's weird.
but I'm pretty sure my mom made my day... we just got new dishes, etc. in our kitchen. she was packing away our old salt and pepper shakers while I was eating breakfast. she said, "okay, this is kind of creepy, but I just have to tell you this." I swallowed my cereal and looked up. she was holding the stopper that goes in the bottom of the salt shaker. while giggling. "what does this look like to you?" "uhhh..." "oh, come on! it looks like the tip of a penis!" it really did. but I don't think I've ever even heard my mom say that word before. it was slightly awkward, but was probably the funniest thing ever. and then she continued on about how the color was even similar to male genitalia and how when I get my own apartment I can have the stuff she's packing away... and that the salt and pepper shakers will provide for good conversation pieces. my mom can be so amazing sometimes.
I'm wearing boxers under my pajama pants for the second night in a row. am I turning into a man?
can I graduate and go to college now?