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i'm having trouble finding what i'm looking for.
maybe i'm not looking in the right places, or maybe i just don't know what i'm looking for.
probably both.
i'm disappointed in the fact that i only think of using this thing when i'm disappointed...
so on a brighter note, a cute conversation (ok, i admit, a textual conversation, not a vocal one) of late:
him: make me soup.
me: damnit, now i want soup! chicken noodle soup in a sweater with a book in a pile of leaves and someone with a nice smile.
him: you hopeless romantic.
me: sometimes. other times i'm just hopeless.
him: you're too hard on yourself.
me: what if i'm happy hopeless? carefree, doodling and shivering with glee.
in other other news, i need to buy a bike. nay, not need, but very desperately want. i've gotta check out the place on main street this weekend and see if there are any cheapos. not ready to dish hundreds and hundreds yet, especially cause there's no real place on campus to store it when fall crumbles away and winter brings the harsh slush.
my calves are just getting too tight from walking everywhere too quickly, and i'm in too much dancer-related pain as it is.
...i love that i'm writing this as if i have an actual audience. i'm brand new here, and not one single person reads this thing. nice to spend 3 o'clock in the morning talking to one's self, i guess.
time for curling up, though.
i could go for some soup. sans chicken. it's so ridiculously hard (ie. impossible) to get non-meat protein here, so i've been caving cause i don't know what else to do. chik'n noodle soup, anyone? yes, yes, please. for the soul.
maybe i'm not looking in the right places, or maybe i just don't know what i'm looking for.
probably both.
i'm disappointed in the fact that i only think of using this thing when i'm disappointed...
so on a brighter note, a cute conversation (ok, i admit, a textual conversation, not a vocal one) of late:
him: make me soup.
me: damnit, now i want soup! chicken noodle soup in a sweater with a book in a pile of leaves and someone with a nice smile.
him: you hopeless romantic.
me: sometimes. other times i'm just hopeless.
him: you're too hard on yourself.
me: what if i'm happy hopeless? carefree, doodling and shivering with glee.
in other other news, i need to buy a bike. nay, not need, but very desperately want. i've gotta check out the place on main street this weekend and see if there are any cheapos. not ready to dish hundreds and hundreds yet, especially cause there's no real place on campus to store it when fall crumbles away and winter brings the harsh slush.
my calves are just getting too tight from walking everywhere too quickly, and i'm in too much dancer-related pain as it is.
...i love that i'm writing this as if i have an actual audience. i'm brand new here, and not one single person reads this thing. nice to spend 3 o'clock in the morning talking to one's self, i guess.
time for curling up, though.
i could go for some soup. sans chicken. it's so ridiculously hard (ie. impossible) to get non-meat protein here, so i've been caving cause i don't know what else to do. chik'n noodle soup, anyone? yes, yes, please. for the soul.