No. 81: Avalanche

I never used to understand people who like the beach or hot weather. I'm a northern girl, always have been, drawn to the cold, snow, and over cast days.

But today, I finally grasp what people like Lubna and Gatsby are talking about.

Right now, all I want to do is be somewhere warm and impossibly sunny. Most importantly: somewhere FAR away from Virginia, DC or Maryland. I'm thinking Barbados. Or Antigua, with Mac, maybe. Somewhere where I could go for a swim, be surrounded in warm clear water, and then lay out on a white beach and let the sun bake me. Winter is beautiful and quiet, but I get all pasty, and I hate it. I could go for a drink with an umbrella, novels with sand in the binding, and foreign boys with dark eyes and rippling back action who don't know all my flaws.

Just saying.

I just want to get this ridiculous semester over with. All that stands between me and that goal is a five page paper on 15th-18th century African/European relations and a Psychology test. Ugh. My kingdom for the answers to the psych exam. Non nobis, domine, sed nomine tuo da gloriam,
Deus, if i get through that thing with a B+.

Haven't listened to Ryan Adams in a long time. Forgot how much I love him. It's like coming home.
Rufus with Michael L. in 9 days. SO psyched.

Just gotta get there.

H.

No. 80: Work all night if you have to

Finished the first essay for History of Africa. The fact that I finished the whole thing today and also got some Psych studying in is bringing me hope. Psych is going to be disastrous though. Ah well.
Trying to decide whether to go back to school on Saturday or Sunday, or to go to Nick's Friday night or Saturday morning, or to stay home til Sunday after church. Blech.

Oh, really quick: a shout out to Baked Ziti and McShane. It's ever so strange that you read this, but the other night was completely off the hook (G-spot, you looked so sharp).

Trying to decide which ink I want next, how much it's going to cost, and when I should get it. Christmas gift to myself? I think so.

Tomorrow is going to either be wonderful or incredibly stressful. Have to:

• Go grocery shopping so I have something to eat. I'm dying for soup, whilst battling this stupid, extremely poorly timed cold.
• Go to Target and get mom's silly fake Christmas tree for her.
• Plan/write the second essay
• Study Psych
• Watch kung fu movies with Givens
• Trifecta.
  
• Not get sicker

Been listening to Mountain goats and cello music all day. Forgot how much I love the Mountain Goats. Just make me think about when I saw them (him) live at Sonar. Which makes me think about Mike. Meh. I know it's stupid, but I miss him. 705s keep saying it'll be okay soon. Being friends with Diamond and WKC still is awesome, but it makes me miss the tall kid more, sometimes. Why do people even allow me to get into relationships? Seriously. I'm such a disaster.

Had breakfast with Tess the other morning @ Saxby's. Deliriously happy to hang out with her. We had a candy buying adventure of epic proportions. I've missed her so much. Can't wait til Kathryn comes home. Things will feel saner and safer then, I think.

I've been sleeping on and off all day, and now I get to go in for a solid eight hours. Am inordinately excited.

As an aside: facebook Texas Hold 'Em may be an emissary of the evil.

H.

No. 60(A): Traveling on work weekends does not equal wise

I have to finish the second of two five page papers for my midterm due tomorrow, so this is going to be brief, and will be elaborated upon later.

But here's somethings:

A) Never take History of Africa with Larson. Not a good idea.
B) Never go out of town with your friends on weekends you have lots of work to do if you expect to be able to have either peace of mind of an authentically (guilt free) good time.
C) I finally got myself a new Ipod. It's gorgeous.
D) The Dismemberment Plan.

that's all for now.

H.