Monday, November 24, 2003
I should be writing on a paper...
So I should be working on that big paper I mentioned earlier tonight when I decided to procrastinate... but I just have to write this down. I am so in love. Sometimes I forget this and how truly lucky I am. While I hate country music, sadly it seems to have a good way of reminding me to be thankful for just how loved I am. While those country singer guys may be trashy and cut off circulation to parts they ought to care about, they do know how to write a good love song. Like flipping through the stations earlier I heard this song that made me realize what an absolutely adorable dad J will be one day. And he may even rival these guys in exactly how much he loves me. I just need to remember all of this when he is driving me nuts. We both have that amazing ability to regress to our childhood ways at times... Unfortunately J sometimes does it in public situations where he's supposed to be a grown up. But you really can't beat an extremely enthusiastic and happy night of just being kids together (again, not to be taken sexually). Kids don't limit their happiness and excitement the way adults do... we assume that it's not cool or socially acceptable to be so happy. Sometimes you just have to put that away and be goofy. Now that I have written a reminder for myself on exactly how loved I really am, I must go back to work. Hopefully I'll crank this sucker out in the next couple of hours. Cross your fingers.
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Sunday, November 23, 2003
Oh the drama!
So I live with the drama queens. I guess one would have to be considered a drama king, but either way you look at it their relationship is dysfunctional. My roommate's boyfriend is living with us right now and they are generally going at it like cats and dogs (and not in any sexual sense). She's extremely jealous and he's somewhat dumb for putting up with some of the stuff and doing some other stuff. After getting the silent treatment for over a week from my roommate (it was supposedly over an incident involving her cleaning up spaghetti sauce with my dish towel... Her mad at me, yeah I know it makes tons of sense)... Well anyway, after the silent treatment then she came to me last Wednesday night (actually while I was trying to set up this account) asking if she could borrow my cell. For some reason I let her although it didn't make sense if I had thought about it. But she eventually told me what was up and how after she snooped through her boy's phone she was now considering breaking up with him. I told her to think through things and talk to him after she calmed down a little. Then I was gone for a couple days but when I came back everything seemed copacetic. Maybe it was an act, maybe they're just the type who always fight... who knows. But I came back from dinner tonight to hear more fighting and more accusations flying around. And the chick doesn't have a concept of an energy bill. Maybe it's because it's in my name, I don't know, but I have to babysit what she does with the thermostat on a daily basis. If the AC is on she puts it down to 70, if the heat's on she puts it up to 75. So everytime I go through the living room or kitchen when they aren't out there I have to move it again so we havea reasonable bill. I know it doesn't sound like it would do much damage, but if you actually pay the bill then you start seeing how the little things stack up. I had another little bone to pick but lucky for them I already forgot it.
I finally got around to starting my room decorating project. I've wanted to do it for awhile now but I got lazy. But yesterday I finally went out, bought some of the stuff, came home and did as much of it as I could. Now I'm eager to do the rest but I have assignments that are due in a day that take more precedence even if I don't want them to. And I'm finally going to get my diploma framed and put it above my desk for all to see. One thing I can't understand though... Why does everybody make diploma frames with a brown frame instead of black? Who has a brown inked diploma?? Not me at least! So I'll have to go to Hobby Lobby or Michael's or some place and have them help me with it. And I register for class tomorrow too. I also have to get totally packed because I'm heading straight out from class on Tuesday to meet my fam and my brother's fiance's fam for dinner. I'm spending Tues night through Sunday at home for thanksgiving. Hopefully it'll be relaxing. Ok, well like I mentioned I have that paper to finish and I've had zero motivation so far so I've gotta make myself do it now. Lata!
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Saturday, November 22, 2003
Amazing new song by the great Sarah McLachlan:
Push
(off her new album Afterglow)
Every time I look at you the world just melts away
All my troubles all my fears dissolve in your affections
You've seen me at my weakest but you take me as I am
And when you fall you offer me a softer place to land
(Chorus)
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in
I get mad so easy but you give me room to breathe
No matter what I say or do 'cause you're too good to fight about it
Even when I have to push just to see how far you'll go
You won't stoop down to battle but you never turn to go
(Chorus)
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in
There are times I can't decide when I can't tell up from down
You make me feel less crazy when otherwise I'd drown
But you pick me up and brush me off and tell me I'm OK
Sometimes that's just what we need to get us through the day
(Chorus)
You stay the course you hold the line you keep it all together
You're the one true thing I know I can believe in
AMAZING song!!! I want that song played at my wedding! Ok, well this little chica has a big bad paper to write and has procrastinated waaaay too long already today. Maybe I'll get to write more later tonight if I get down to business now.
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Thursday, November 20, 2003
A poem that every man and woman needs to read...
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind happiness
not always being
so very much fun
if you don't mind a touch of hell
now and then
just when everything is fine
because even in heaven
they don't sing
all the time
The world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't mind some people dying
all the time
or maybe only starving
some of the time
which isn't half so bad
if it isn't you
Oh the world is a beautiful place
to be born into
if you don't much mind
a few dead minds
in the higher places
or a bomb or two
now and then
in your upturned faces
or such other improprieties
as our Name Brand society
is prey to
with its men of distinction
and its men of extinction
and its priests
and other patrolmen
and its various segregations
and congressional investigations
and other constipations
that our fool flesh
is heir to
Yes the world is the best place of all
for a lot of such things as
making the fun scene
and making the love scene
and making the sad scene
and singing low songs and having inspirations
and walking around
looking at everything
and smelling flowers
and goosing statues
and even thinking
and kissing people and
making babies and wearing pants
and waving hats and
dancing
and going swimming in rivers
on picnics
in the middle of the summer
and just generally
'living it up'
Yes
but then right in the middle of it
comes the smiling
mortician
~Lawrence Ferlinghetti
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The virgin post...
Well if I had started this a week ago, it sure would have been an interesting read. Last week was officially the week from hell. Maybe I'll post a little break down of it later. Right now I'm exhausted and ready for bed. I would have started a much more interesting version of this over an hour ago if my roommate hadn't come to me with a crisis. She has been giving me the silent treatment for several days, but earlier today we started talking with less tension. Lucky for her since she needed my phone, my advice, my kleenex, and my expertise tonight. I'll have to go into more detail another day because my head is really about to explode right now. Hopefully I'll become more interesting if I write before I'm this tired. But until then... zzzz.
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The official stuff...
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