ha.

things that are true:

..> the bar we went to tonght was a bit snotty. the people n there were hanging all over each other in a manner that i never want to--never want to live my life that way. never will. but it was entertaining because the waiter was cute, even though he was gay and kim kept trying to hit it


..> i appreciate the way that bars can suggest furtehr ways to love tequlia. the most beautiful liquor known to man, especially those who are legal.

long live the 2-1.

These are the times

I want to hold onto these moments forever. Last night, I suggested that we move to Cuba and begin AIESEC Cuba--this was only partially in jest.

I wish that I could express how much every moment means to me and how much i never want to forget them--but that's like grabbing a snowflake from the air and trying to hold onto it. Sometimes, you just can't. But it doesn't mean that snowflake wasn't beautiful and that you won't remember it forever.

I suppose a snowflake isn't the best thing to compare good times to--since there are so many always floating about this time of year. And good times do seem like that lately, so plentiful and refreshing, so maybe it is correct.



I'd live in the Pimp Pad all over again, if I could.
Here's to an OUTSTANDING next two months.

yeah, yeah, study--whatever.

It seems that this happens all of the time. I have an assignment to do and I just end up blogging like it's eating.

The things I've found out today:
1. The guy who plays the harmonica by the UGLi isn't homeless; he's a professor (yes, thefacebook.com is what helped me figure that one out)
2. There is a facebook group for Mounir Rafeeq to Get on Facebook. I think the problem is that he can't recognize himself as "Mounir" anymore. Seriously, who the fuck is that? I only know a Momo.


The things I've remembered today:
1. Why I stopped drinking coffee: a.) it tastes icky b.) i am not a fan of anything that makes breath anything but cute c.) too fucking addictive
2. Why I used to be broke all the time in high school: I was walking back from the UGLi [where I had to turn in the movie and where I wrote the last post] and went straight through the arch, where there was this older gentleman that I didn't recognize asking for three dollars to get a sandwich. Of course, I had to go through my pockets to see what I had. It made me think of the things you do for people that make them feel human--like never ignoring someone. I can't survive in big cities because I have to tell everyone, Sorry, I don't have anything. It always makes me sad when they smile and say, God Bless You. It takes me forever to walk down a block--but I can't just walk by someone without acknowledging them. In high school, there were a few people that I'd see all the time. Of course, everyone knows and loves Shakey Jake. For a while, there was a woman who would be around the benches by the intersection of E. and S. University, or on the other side of the arches. We'd stop and talk to her whenever we saw her. She had some young kids, but the last time I saw her they were nowhere around. Buying coffee and giving change. When we spent that weekend in Chicago in high school, we made friends with that dude who had the cute dog.
3. That I love this time of year. Well, roughly this time of year. There's something about the way that the air feels that makes me really feel alive. Makes my head spin and whirl in an absolutely fabulous sort of manner--it's kind of like taking a walk late at night at any time of the day.



Things I've received in the mail today:
1. My Sufjan Stevens cd, bitches! Sweeeeet. Only cost 10.57 total. Fucking love employee discounts. This is all the hippie music I need for quite a while. I purchased more cd's within the last few months than I have since I began college, which isn't saying much. Maybe seven cd's. [Moonlight Mile soundtrack, Nick Drake's debut cd, Damien Rice's O, Sufjan Stevens' Seven Swans]


Things I will receive in the mail soon:
1. Present from Shelley
2. The Opposite of Sex VHS from Shelley--you have no idea how excited I am about all this mess. Eeeeeek.
3. The zines I will be bothering my friends about shortly. Yes, I'm reverting to my high school self. I just miss all things creative.

i guess change is good for any of us, whatever it takes to get y'all foolios out of uni

It’s funny. Nearly all of my IFS space is full of AIESEC and last-second papers, plus a few different word documents when I write in one of my bajillion journals [yes, I’m sorry, Nomadlife, but you are not my one and only…]

Just returned The Harder They Come. The movie that someone had checkedout for about one billion years longer than they were supposed to. Talk about a cause for stress. I watched it and didn’t feel like I got tons more out of it, but whatever. We’ll write this paper and at least get a B on it, which is more than any slacker student can ask for, right?

Shirley’s on her way to get her hair cut and then she’ll go back to the house and we’ll order some nummy pizza—it will be devoured by the wildest, craziest of beasts: Amber, Shirley and myself.



If someone asked me what I’ve learned thus far, living with all of these girlies, it’s that there is nothing that I can say because it is all far too foul.


Now’s the time to print out some Spark Notes. Gotta get my study on.

Snippets of Conversations in The Pimp Pad

First for the day:
Rachel! I learned how to go down.... It's scandalous!
We won't say who said that and what the correct context is, but whatev.


Second for the day:
I just puked and swallowed it. ... For the record, that's gross.

mid-semester blah.

Maybe it's the whole almost being awake for 24 hours, or the whole I'm-Stressed thing, but i'm definitely feeling bummed out. The kicker here is that there's no one to spend some time with to burn steam--everyone's too busy. It's also possible that that's the reason, in and of itself, that I'm bummed. I feel like I haven't seen any of my closest friends in a good bit because they're all too busy. Always fun, right?

Either way, spring break is next week and I plan on completely lounging around. Still playing with ideas of what I could do.

Thinking about doing some info sessions at Michigan State--get that LC up and running again. Now that sounds phatty, right?

de cierta manera

That's it. Hands frozen and one movie down. Tonight, we watch Fresas y chocolate--i've seen it about fifty times, but it never hurts to watch a movie again. I mix it up with other movies that I've seen. I know, a sin, hello.


I must say that no music will be as good to walk to as Tom Petty--I think that's about the tops you can get. There's something to say about the joy that runs through your bones when you realize with the first two notes that it's one of the best Tom Petty songs EVER.

Or the Rolling Stones--that's the footnote. Especially if its under my thumb. Talk about greatest that makes you weak in the knees.


Class in one hour--then OGX meeting at 8. Between the movie and then, coffee will be needed. Between now and class, we'll see how much of this movie I can get finished with. Booya.

On the Goodness of the World

finals week,
originally uploaded by mcnutty.

So, we're stuck in Midterm H-E-Double-Hockey-Sticks [speaking of hockey sticks, anyone know how that NHL discussion went...?] right now.

Regardless, I need to make a quick note on how amazing and great the world is. Right now, in my possession, is the movie I need to watch in order to successfully write my midterm. Oh yes, that's right. It was turned in this morning only minutes before I called to check on its availability.

Needless to say, this is a fabulous beginning to any day. I woke up [after maybe hitting snooze for an hour, we won't specify that], took a shower, then decided to do the responsible thing and call to see if I could schedule an appointment to watch the film. She let me know that I had to go there and pick it up, no reserving could be done and, since it could be checked out, who knows if it'd be there when I get back from class.

The other bit of background story on this is that, for whatever reason, I couldn't check out library books earlier in the year--even though I had no late fees, nothin. And, due to my busy day and forgetfulness, I couldn't check on what was wrong with it that day and somewhat forgot to check on it later since the books I was trying to snag were purely for pleasure.

I grabbed money from the ATM in case there was some ridiculous fine that I didn't have time to argue myself out of [because, thankyouverymuch, there are no fines on THAT library account--others, yes; that one, no].

It went through without a snag.

I feel like I can breathe right now--beside that whole freezing-outside, cold-resurfacing thing.

So that's my [rather long] note on the goodness of the world. Perhaps I can even finish the paper tonight and have my assignment done for tomorrow [finishing that FABULOUS book], then even have time to study for my other midterm on Thursday.

Yes, that's right. I'm talking about studying and having all of my school assignments done--this must be the sign of the second coming. Shiiit.

zero.

The pooch,
originally uploaded by mcnutty.

Well. We'll see if this works or not. But this is the reason I went home the other day before picking Arnaub up from the airport. I was actually glad when his flight was delayed so that I could spend more time with the dog.

I am exhausted in this sort of exhilirated way. This is potentially due to the four espresso shots I've had since 9pm, but psssh. Let's pretend this is my normal state in life.

[I have Beethoven playing, writing on my laptop and a great book within arm's reach and my blankets are more comfortable than... well... that green, green, wide-bladed grass in the summer time]

I didn't read as much as I should have. I'm goign to bed EARLY and am waking up EARLY so that I can shower and be cute for my 11:30 class. So I'll have two and a half hours before class to read my little ass off. I'll just go to Haven Hall and sit in the windows and read before class. It'll be harder to fall asleep there and skip than it would be if I stay here in the house and read.

For the most part, I need to escape my roommates, or else it will never work.






Today was another one of those days. Where the snow was melting and the air felt like the winter's version of [American] Football Saturdays in the fall. To me, they are both worthless and wonderful days. Worthless in the sense that the snow gets uglier faster and then the sidewalks turn into sheets of ice at night; yet they're wonderful in the sense that it reminds you that sunshine still exists and the sky is a beautiful blue more often than not, in the better times of the year.

When the snow falls at night, it's beautiful. But theother day it was more sleet than anything else and simply hurt and hurt badly. Still, it is hard to find anything to rival those nights when the fluffy, perfect snowflakes are falling like bits of cotton from the sky. There's something about looking up at a streetlight and watching them fall--but it has to be really late at night when the world is asleep and you're one of the only people on the street. Then the world feels even more like a place that can ignite your insides and make you passionate without doing anything.

It's like laying down and looking up into the leaves of a tree. You can do that at any time in the spring, summer or fall. The best nights are those that are quiet--when there's a street lamp somewhat near, but maybe not too close. If you lay there long enough, the details become so clear and you can't hear anything but the rustle of the leaves in the breeze. It's even better if it's drizzling out. Summer showers and laying under trees with the droplets slowly sifting their way down and onto your body--can you beat that?

I remember I did that a few times over the summer--and it's something I have to do more often. I don't take walks at night anymore, not like I used to. The campus sometimes feels too big and there aren't enough trees--although the spring and summer are perfect times to take those walks. The Diag transforms into smething beautiful at night in the late spring. We used to go rollar blading all over the Diag because it's one of the only places that's flat and the sidewalks are decent. In the winter, it simply feels uninviting and intimidating.

Can't wait until the spring. Although, I'll be honest, I hope it takes its time.

it was brought to my attention that our LC doesn't know enough aiesec songs. well, i mean we know our fair share, but there needs to be more knowledge. more international knowledge of the dancing.

take for exampke that we dont' all know murder on the dance floor. the past two national conferences, i've been tyring to learn it, but no one seems to know the correct steps. that's kinda bogus, but i swear that one day i will learn it. and i'll dance it. dance it like billy elliot with a good ballet performance.

the last drunken aiesecers left our house about ten mintues ago. i think one of them puked in thebathroomn in the basement, which is a-ok by me becaus it's the EB that's oging to be cleaning it, not us. never been so happy to be off the EB as right now.

rioght now, the thoughts in my head are, please don't let me be hungover tomorrow. i have to be at work by 11. oh, it pains me. but work i must. the cafe opens up on the 28th. i miss the old cafe boys---they alwasy knew when you needed a glass of water and could tell you the best ways to get over any bad feelings the morning after. water, cafe. anything.


tomorrow, i hope its' a beautiful day that's a tease of the spring. anything less will make me fantasize about geting out of michigan forever.

So here I am: the basement of ERC (which used to be Our Town, which used to be Cava Java, which used to be... crap, I forgot) sitting across the table from Becki while she's doing a one-on-one with one of our cutest newbies, Charlotte. I keep thinking about going upstairs to get some coffee, but those stairs seem pretty daunting for my lazy mood.

I should be reading the Faulkner books that are sitting directly to my right, but I'd rather not in this moment in time. I'm still in an odd mood that getting my paper back today twisted me into, which I know is bogus because I got an A on the paper. Not much more you can do--even though it was definitely scribbled all over. That's what happens when you begin a paper three hours before it's due.

But there's this comment on there dealing with a line I gave more attention to than I thought they considered necessary. Overall, the poem is about a lynching--but there's no voice, no message within the poem telling you RACISM IS BAD, that's what the intended audience knows. It's broken into two parts, the second of which is divided by three italicised lines. One of the lines mentions O night, rawhead and bloodybones night. Rawhead and bloodybones is an Irish mythic figure, akin to the American boogeyman.

Is it really that difficult to see the connection between the boogeyman and the KKK? Seriously.

The comment on my paper pushed me back into thinking about a lot more serious things than I'd rather think about. But... yeah.

So maybe it's time for coffee. Lots and lots of coffee--and more writing. Although I have two midterms next week and who knows what else is coming up. I am officially the worst student ever and I still can't make myself care. That's probably pretty bad since I'm supposed to be graduating and want to get the H-E-double-hockey-sticks out of Michigan, asap.

Okay. Focus. read read read. Coffee. Read.

Sweeeeeet.

Expectation Setting with SNs is tonight. This means that everything is REALLY in motion and there's no stopping it. Nothin. Hot, huh?

i can see a lot of life in you

There are a few different things I do when I'm bored in class. One of them is to write the alphabet, pick a theme and fill it out accordingly. The more often you do it, the more fun it becomes. Trust me.

Yesterday, I decided to make a list of my life through music. There's something about making lists that's insanely... satisfying, but that's neither here nor there.

I didn't think I'd forget the artists that meant a lot to me when I was younger, but it seems that I have a bit. Not all of them, but a few. It's harder to say the music that meant a lot to me in college because I don't really hang out with people who are super into music, like I did back in the day.

But the list began with... hmm, not sure. But if we were really going to be honest, it would probably be a Sesame Street record. From there, it swiftly goes through Whitney Houston and Paula Abdul, through Nirvana and Nine Inch Nails and Green Day, to Hayden and Ani DiFranco and Tori Amos. Let's not forget RENT--couldn't be the activist I am without it. Right?



Just came back from Pizza House with April and Kim. I only stayed at the GMM room until 11pm this time. Much better than staying there all night last week. Am home by 1AM, that's a huge improvement on this week.

Skipped all classes today, but am trying very valiantly to not fall back into that cycle. Think I'm going to call work tomorrow and see if I can pick up some extra hours, but it'll be difficult to squeeze in there between classes, a phone call I have to make and then a meeting at 6:30 to set up for the Expectation Setting at 730.

Sweet.

Spring Break is just around the corner. I want to take a road trip with the dog past... well, not exactly sure yet, but it looks like I might end up in California for it instead.

We shall see. It's been too long. Need my Jamba Juice.

I... had words, a few minutes ago--but I seem to have lost them. So I'll make some up instead:

Finally. FINISHED WITH THAT GODDAMN SN PACKET. A few more touches to be made, but it is otherwise complete. After hours of toiling and formatting, it seems to be done. HOT.

The powerpoint for the Expectation Setting seems to be complete, with a few more touches that can only be given when one isn't zoning out from exhaustion.

Perhaps... I think I may have a paper due tomorrow--but... yeah. No one ever said I was a good student. I'd rather hang out in the office and ... stuff. ?

Sleep time.

holy cowzer.

ah. the bittersweet emotions of finally being home after a weekend away at an AIESEC conference. it's so nice to be home--the first thing I did was crawl into my bed and just sleep, sleep, sleep. But now, I know I'll be seeing Rowdies all over campus. It started on the ride down there when we stopped just before Gary, IN to snag some food. Now, it'll continue throughout the rest of the week.

The Cultural Prep went ok. There are a lot of things that need to be shifted and altered, but it'll be sweet once it's done.

I'm gonna be really honest here--there's something fabulously sweet about all of your SNs actually knowing each other and having fun together. Or having your SNs coming up to ask about when the next reception week is so that they can help out, or the newbies and SNs getting to know each other, silently freaking out about all the dances and odd things we do.

By the end of the Cultural Learning sessions, they were even using terms like active member and AIESEC community. I swear, I almost AIESECgasmed to death.

Beyond that, Pete wants to start up @MSU again. When I realized that he wasn't from UM, but rather MSU, it was one of the first thoughts that crossed my mind, but I didn't want to talk to him about it before the conference in case it really freaked him out. But then he brought it up--so this means that it'll be underway. We have four months to establish before he graduates and leaves on a TN, most likely.

Okay. So much AIESEC. This will stop soon since I need to go read Absolam, Absolam and finish up Lives of Girls and Women. I swear, these classes are testing me way too much. It's funny how I went four years in university without ever really having race brought to my attnetion when it wasn't the focus of study. It's everywhere now and it's extremely challenging. It's hard to remember that your history isn't exactly what everyone else considers American History. right?

The majority of my day has been spent doing AIESEC. so I admit that I’m pretty exhausted right now, but in htat whole excited way. Worked past my exhaustion, to be honest.

8am—wake up and write paper
1130am-230pm—class
230-345pm—home and eat something (watched part of sex and the city episode with amber)
345-6pm—SN group interviews (yes, you read that right. GROUP SN interviews, really fucking hot, right? After that, we did an individual interview for an SN from MSU who found out about us while he was on study abroad in Helsinki. He said all the right things and I swear I had an AIESECgasm hearing someone regurgitate exactly what we do and why we do it, but for the purposes of his own life—I admit, I’m having fantasies about resurrecting @MSU…)
6pm-8pm—worked with Asier on logistics of tomorrow’s interviews and the tiny kinks that needed to be solved
8pm-815pmish—stopped by OGX meeting to meet the newbies (oh so cute!)
815-9pm—went home, changed, snagged newbie binders to bring to Grace for their meeting, printed cultural sessions for training session with Trent and Luke
9-10pm—conference call to train them on the cultural prep for exchange participants and on the cultural learning for the entire delegation
10pm—stop in at newbie meeting in time to help teach them the table dance, the dance to dragostea and general hanging out and enjoying newbies
10pm-11pm—chat with some newbies, work with Asier and Grace to figure out some logistics for mentor funness
11pm-1230am—call SNs to find out when they can interview, help Asier write the Sorry We Can’t Take You Right Now email for SN applicants, finalize our SN evaluation form for individual interviews
1230am-130am—chat with brother about: racial issues, legal status of marijuana useage (and how the government should really be making mad amounts of cash), our little sister, and our family


So it’s time to sleep. Let’s be honest. Beyond that, ummmm, yeah. SNs, they rock my world. WAY TOO EXCITED ABOUT THEM COMING TO RoKS THIS WEEKEND!

It feels so good to see something finally in motion. I’ve been working on SN impact since December and to finally have it come alive, it makes me… giddy inside. And to see it working, in parts, the excitement they have about AIESEC is so different than any other semester. Right now, it really MEANS something to them to be selected for us. You know?
Ok. Reeeeeaaaadddy, sleep!




And, on a slightly "nerdy" note, Shirley taught me how to make text bigger and small through keyboard commands (simply ctrl + [ or ] to make larger and smaller) and it has made me one of the happiest people alive. I kid you not. It's like the first day I played with powerpoint to make the Annual Dinner 2003 presentation--and you all know how it's gone since then....

Night, Death, Mississippi.

i've repeatedly read this poem. about five million times in the last twelve hours, and it seems to get better each time. Usually, this doesn't happen for me. I'm not very much of a poem person--it's easier to say that than to explain that a lot of poetry is crap and not very enjoyable to my own eyes.

This one, though, gets better every time i read it. That's also a good thing considering that I have a paper on it due in about an hour and a half. This menas I have to get somewhere with a printer, also. But it seems like it should be fine considering i only have half a page left that i absolutely must write.

i am a bad student. i don't think that any multitude of away messages professing contrary will make me a good student. i am simply going to embrace that and, hopefully, work through preventitive measures from now on. This means attending class and turning in papers. Potentially, these actions may revolutionize my life--but probably not.

i sat there in class yesterday and wondered why the hell i was there. nothing was being brought out or said that i hadn't thought when i read the book. yes, there were a lot more highlights on jewish culture than i had known before--but not really yesterday, more last wednesday.

i feel like i should tell my professors that they have succeeded in shaping me into an individual that reads between the lines and analyzes everything, so they really shouldn't be that upset and/or mark down my grade if i am not present in their classroom. for some odd reason, i don't feel like that will work--although it really, really should.

It just seems like you get to a point where there's not much more to learn in the classroom, but everything to learn by getting your ass out there and doing things. that time is now, but my professors don't seem to really agree and i don't have the balls to go into their office hours and propose that sort of situation to them. especially when i should really befriend the one since she is the head of the MFA for creative writing here, i do believe. i mean, i haven't checked on it, but i know she has something to do with admissions. now that is something else.

but stay at michigan? never. the only boring place i'd go to continue and snag an MFA is iowa for the writers workshop. that is a dream in and of itself, as well as a bit of a nightmare. i can't imagine them producing anything other than great writers who are coincidentally fantastic alcoholics because... well, what else is there to do in iowa but drink excessively and imagine wildly?

ok ok. enough of this. i'm going to finish this stupid paper and go turn it in.

I am finally making a conscious effort at being a good student. 100% attendance this week--I'm serious. Good student... We'll see how long this keeps up, but, please, let's play like it's really going to happen. My roommates are going to laugh when I tell them, but we'll see.

There's a story idea floating around in my head and I'm itching to get it down on paper, but I feel like I have to dream about it a little bit more. It's funny how I can tell when it's been a while since I've written--I get so antsy and all I can do is think about dialogs and different ways to describe things.

Speaking of words, yesterday, I got Asier to purchase We Don't Live Here Anymore by Andre Dubus (not Andres Dubus III, who is his son and, I'm sure, not as good a writer). That is my favorite book that I read in 2004. I have never read anyone who had such command of the English language in a way that made my heart feel like it was dying. Also, I had never been so sure that I would never get married, but yeah--neither here nor there, he's a beautiful writer and oh man. Gives a girl a complex, knaaamean?


List:
1. My roommates are ridiculous--I couldn't ask for better/more.
2. RoKS this weekend. Yessss. Facilitating--yesssss. Time to see some of you foolios again.
3. Snorkel bongs, I THINK SO! [Connie, did you find one? i'm so ready to order one offline! hopefully it'll be clean, but... uh, alcohol cleans things, right??]
4. Right now, this week, is the first reception week since I joined AIESEC that I didn't have a hand in planning. It feels weird and oddly nice to not have passed that responsibility on. Plus, they're doing a great job :) Make a girl proud. Shiiiit
5. Good music. New phone [which was accidentally left at work, like i KNEW i was going to... time to go pick it up...]

u*ban*don: a complete surrender to natural impulses without restraint or moderation; freedom from inhibition or conventionality: to dance with reckless abandon.

I'm being a good student and staying in so that i can catch up on reading.

There was this part in The Ghostwriter by Philip Roth that made me think about this line in Sherman Alexie's The Lone Ranger and Tonto Fist Fight in Heaven.

The point of the section is that there is this part in a book by James Joyce. I forgot the name of his book, but the point of it all is that it's this story about a writer who is about to do himself in when one of his fans comes across him. the fan does not know it is him, but sees him holding the book as well--so he starts reading his favorite passage. on and on. this fan is ... insanely inspired by this writer, so he foresakes his love (who was going to leave him a looot of money, which would have been good for the young and fledgling physician) so that instead he could stay with his ailing doctor. what happens is that the young woman does herself in and doesn't leave a cent to the young physician. the author is dumbfounded and the young physician tells him something like how he cannot get his words and ideas out of his head. i cannot remember if he said it was or was not his fault, but it was eloquently said.

philip roth's character, the writer e.i. lonoff, writes in the margins that is also his fault if he forgets what the writer writes. you know, because it should be profound enough.


so this part in Sherman Alexie's story, it says he does something with indian abandon. and i underlined it [even though i hate hate hate underlining things in my books] because i couldn't get over those three little words and how much they mean, the weight of three words. who would have thunk it, right?

it always makes me a little sad when i think about it. but then that section also made me think of all the other books, the bits and pieces, that stick in my head sometimes--you know? like that part in the great gatsby about being a beautiful little fool and how that's the best thing that a girl can be. or the part in the fountainhead:

"That's the sort of thing I want you to understand. To sell your soul is the easiest thing in the world. That's what everybody does every hour of his life. If I asked you to keep your soul--would you understand why that's much harder?"

The pieces that stick with you. and how important that is to the life [significance] of another that is, just like they said in that james joyce book.


three more books to finish tonight:

The Sound and the Fury, The Mezzanine and White Noise.

one of my biggest problems is that i want to be in the moment so badly that i can't think of anything but that moment--except, you know, when i'm thinking about stories and dialogs and possibilities that sound better on paper than in my head.

so that's why i skip so much class. because i walk out of my room and BAM! there's everyone i live with (and they really are the best people i know--even though we sometimes clash and everyone has their flaws, right? maybe.) and we begin talking. it can be about the dumbest things ever, about something small like how we should really start eating better while we feast on rainbow chip frosting, but i always stop myself and think that these are the moments that i will remember. i'll never remember that lecture on Franco and the different reasons why he won the civil war. i won't regret skipping that class. but i'm going to remember talking about our ludacris game.


and that's why i'm sitting here, capturing this moment in words, with a vodka and coke by my feet and jtim playing on the stereo all loud-like. because tonight was one of those nights when i looked around the room and realized that there's really nowhere else that i'd rather be--or anyone else i'd rather be with. and those are the moments that life is really made for, the things you should look for [because the only sin in life is unhappiness].


sometimes--especially when i'm walking--i always wish that my mind could capture things perfectly. i looked around the table tonight and thought that--that it'd make a perfect movie.

but enough of that sap. time to go drink some more.

i've spent my day lounging around and listening to great music. The Stones, Ray La...whatever, and who knows what next. When I was in middle school, I consciously began listening to more female artists because I realized that nearly everything I listened to were bands dominated by males. This was my way of evening out my life and creating equality for both genders in my stereo. It's when I began listening to Poe, Ani DiFranco and Tori Amos a lot. There even may have been some old school Paula Cole before all the cowboys decided to peace out... but I'm not saying.


for the record, i am an awful student and it really seems like i don't care about graduating. Oh well.


Greg's birthday is this week and we're going all out cooking up a storm on Friday. A good home-cooked meal for all.

There is nothing like cooking, or baking, and having others there to eat it. Something very, very nice about not having the temptation to eat it yourself. Yesss.


To Do:
*Finish SN impact
*Read The Sound and The Fury
*Read The Mezzanine
*Read whatever the next book is
*Read Ex-iles
*Read assigned chapters in Monaco's book
*Finish laundry


Damn. Can't wait for Thursday.