Hi there.
Because there's not much else to do, and I just had espresso a few hours ago:
It goes like this: pick the first few sentences from the first entry of each month.
January: Um. I seem to have 30 Robbie Williams songs now. I haven't listened to all of them, I probably won't keep most of them, but.
And all this because he quotes Slick Rick in "Rock DJ." Never say my attraction for English guys who are cool enough to know their old-school hip-hop is lacking, because it isn't, apparently.
February: Nate called and woke me up this morning. ...I can't even tell you how much I fucking love that.
March: Nate wants to come back up to visit sometime this semester. Um, can we say HURRAH? Yes. Yes, I think we can.
April: A number of things: 1. SHELBY'S BIRTHDAY IS ALREADY TOMORROW OMGWTF *schemes*
May: I'm home safe and sound and all that. There will be content from me later tonight, I promise
June: A few of you have cordially requested that I post more. Not much has been happening,, though - just work, and work, and continuing on my C.S. Lewis kick (I finished Narnia and wept like a small child, as was to be expected, and right now I'm on Suprised by Joy).
July: Me First and The Gimme Gimmes - Phantom of the Opera. (This was originally a yousendit file; if anyone wants me to reupload it, I can). I've had this on my computer for quite a while, but I don't think I've ever actually listened to it. It came on tonight, a few minutes ago, and, just. HEE.
August: My bed is now completely stripped. Half of it is already painted, so I still have to sand and paint the other half, but then it will be done, and I will have a bed, and it will be brilliant.
September: So the long and short of it is I've been home for a week and I only got my bed set up last night. Miah didn't move his stuff out completely till 9:30 Thursday night, and I haven't even really begun to unpack yet.
October: I cried when my father drove off today, and I'm not sure why.
November: Update!
So we had daylght savings time this weekend, and I had class until 5:30 yesterday and I just sat there in class, watching the sun set over the river, thinking, "...okay."
December: Shelby is at a party and I am all alone in the apartment. Guess what I'ma do?
That was fun. Not a bad year, all things considered. You should all do it, too, because it is actually quite edifying. Whee.
It goes like this: pick the first few sentences from the first entry of each month.
January: Um. I seem to have 30 Robbie Williams songs now. I haven't listened to all of them, I probably won't keep most of them, but.
And all this because he quotes Slick Rick in "Rock DJ." Never say my attraction for English guys who are cool enough to know their old-school hip-hop is lacking, because it isn't, apparently.
February: Nate called and woke me up this morning. ...I can't even tell you how much I fucking love that.
March: Nate wants to come back up to visit sometime this semester. Um, can we say HURRAH? Yes. Yes, I think we can.
April: A number of things: 1. SHELBY'S BIRTHDAY IS ALREADY TOMORROW OMGWTF *schemes*
May: I'm home safe and sound and all that. There will be content from me later tonight, I promise
June: A few of you have cordially requested that I post more. Not much has been happening,, though - just work, and work, and continuing on my C.S. Lewis kick (I finished Narnia and wept like a small child, as was to be expected, and right now I'm on Suprised by Joy).
July: Me First and The Gimme Gimmes - Phantom of the Opera. (This was originally a yousendit file; if anyone wants me to reupload it, I can). I've had this on my computer for quite a while, but I don't think I've ever actually listened to it. It came on tonight, a few minutes ago, and, just. HEE.
August: My bed is now completely stripped. Half of it is already painted, so I still have to sand and paint the other half, but then it will be done, and I will have a bed, and it will be brilliant.
September: So the long and short of it is I've been home for a week and I only got my bed set up last night. Miah didn't move his stuff out completely till 9:30 Thursday night, and I haven't even really begun to unpack yet.
October: I cried when my father drove off today, and I'm not sure why.
November: Update!
So we had daylght savings time this weekend, and I had class until 5:30 yesterday and I just sat there in class, watching the sun set over the river, thinking, "...okay."
December: Shelby is at a party and I am all alone in the apartment. Guess what I'ma do?
That was fun. Not a bad year, all things considered. You should all do it, too, because it is actually quite edifying. Whee.