Monday, February 7, 2005
Shamelessly stolen from Pop
Not big on trust, eh?
What is Your Shakespearian Tragic Flaw?
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I'm not paranoid am I? AM I?!?!?!
Wow, I have a midterm this evening and a five page essay to come up with. I'm kinda unprepared....uhhh.... I have nothing.
Saturday, February 5, 2005
Yawywawa
I feel swingy. I’m so odd lately.
At the moment I’m happy. I love that my boyfriend leaves me voicemails. I love watching little college kids gushing about a “hot chick” at subway. I love that it’s getting warm outside. I love sewing.
And, because I’m like this, I love showing off my partially done quilt. It’s the first one I’ve done for myself…. well, not quite done yet.
And because I took the picture, I love my chipped red toenails.
At the moment I’m happy. I love that my boyfriend leaves me voicemails. I love watching little college kids gushing about a “hot chick” at subway. I love that it’s getting warm outside. I love sewing.
And, because I’m like this, I love showing off my partially done quilt. It’s the first one I’ve done for myself…. well, not quite done yet.
And because I took the picture, I love my chipped red toenails.
Friday, February 4, 2005
Everyone should look like an idiot at least once a day
I think I’ve about hit my due date on a mental spring cleaning. My brain needs rinsed and my innards taken out and polished.
I really need some something. I‘m not sure how to explain it. I‘ve been looking to get back into fencing-- you know, beating someone violently with a blade is always a good form of release, but the only place nearby is my old club and I don’t want to go back there.
Skydiving would be my next choice… actually my first choice… ah, to stand at the open door of a plane 15,000 feet up in the air. You can just stand there and look down. Then you let go of the handle at the top of the door and nothing is holding you back. I know it sounds cliché, but you do feel so free. It’s like all of those insane thoughts you have, “what would it be like if I just did this” you get to do. You stand inside a safe plane and get to make the decision to lean forward and just fall. But, I can’t do that until it gets a little warmer, then when it gets warm there’s still the little matter of a couple of hundred dollars each time I go. Boo.
So, since I have to think more realistically, I’ve decided to go swimming a couple nights a week at the Holiday Inn. I get out of school at about 10pm and afterwards I’ll just pop in at work for an hour or two and log some relaxing Kayt and water time. I think it’ll be nice and hopefully at that time I’ll have the pool all to myself.
Well, the point to all of the above was really to get you here. Now I’ve explained that I want to go swimming and why, and now I can tell you about Target. (I hope you didn‘t get your hopes up because it isn’t‘ much) ….I went to Target the other day. I needed a new swimsuit. Preferably a nice brown bikini that’ll make my breasts happy and hold my bottom in. Well, what I found was a couple of isles of white itty bikinis that wouldn’t hold a bottom and had cherries or ugly black, green and pink stripes. But I didn’t have anything else too do so I wandered around looking and poking at them until I’d seen all of them six times. So I gave up and started wandering the rest of the store. Then I left and walked around Columbus for a little bit while I waited for Geoff to get out of class. Finally I went back to his apartment, took of my coat, then my scarf… and on my scarf, right above my belly, was one of those big “feminine strip” papers from the inside of bikini bottoms. I had gotten stuck to my scarf while I was walking through those little bathing suit isles. And I wore it all around Columbus. I wish that little experience on everyone someday.
I really need some something. I‘m not sure how to explain it. I‘ve been looking to get back into fencing-- you know, beating someone violently with a blade is always a good form of release, but the only place nearby is my old club and I don’t want to go back there.
Skydiving would be my next choice… actually my first choice… ah, to stand at the open door of a plane 15,000 feet up in the air. You can just stand there and look down. Then you let go of the handle at the top of the door and nothing is holding you back. I know it sounds cliché, but you do feel so free. It’s like all of those insane thoughts you have, “what would it be like if I just did this” you get to do. You stand inside a safe plane and get to make the decision to lean forward and just fall. But, I can’t do that until it gets a little warmer, then when it gets warm there’s still the little matter of a couple of hundred dollars each time I go. Boo.
So, since I have to think more realistically, I’ve decided to go swimming a couple nights a week at the Holiday Inn. I get out of school at about 10pm and afterwards I’ll just pop in at work for an hour or two and log some relaxing Kayt and water time. I think it’ll be nice and hopefully at that time I’ll have the pool all to myself.
Well, the point to all of the above was really to get you here. Now I’ve explained that I want to go swimming and why, and now I can tell you about Target. (I hope you didn‘t get your hopes up because it isn’t‘ much) ….I went to Target the other day. I needed a new swimsuit. Preferably a nice brown bikini that’ll make my breasts happy and hold my bottom in. Well, what I found was a couple of isles of white itty bikinis that wouldn’t hold a bottom and had cherries or ugly black, green and pink stripes. But I didn’t have anything else too do so I wandered around looking and poking at them until I’d seen all of them six times. So I gave up and started wandering the rest of the store. Then I left and walked around Columbus for a little bit while I waited for Geoff to get out of class. Finally I went back to his apartment, took of my coat, then my scarf… and on my scarf, right above my belly, was one of those big “feminine strip” papers from the inside of bikini bottoms. I had gotten stuck to my scarf while I was walking through those little bathing suit isles. And I wore it all around Columbus. I wish that little experience on everyone someday.
Wednesday, February 2, 2005
KISS MY HEAD
I have some serious need for real people hugs. I had such a nasty nightmare last night that I was seriously considering skipping work and at least one class to stay in bed and sob (I feel some feminine weakness coming on). For a quick overview of my dream—I was married to Geoff (yay!) but I came home one day to see him and another woman packing up our belongings and putting them into storage. Then this other woman moved in with us. Then she kicked me out of my own bed room (I had to sleep in the driveway). The she made my whole damn family love her. Then she made Geoff cut his beautiful long hair. Then she made Geoff love her. Then they moved away to California together and I was alone and everyone missed her and hated me (for reasons still hazy). Okay, so it sounds really clingy and womanly and not all that important after I write it out, but it made me really sad. No, like REALLY SAD. And now I’m all weepy and drinking my second cup of hot chocolate and working on another chocolate dipped chocolate donut and still no one has hugged me or kissed my head.
Monday, January 31, 2005
Esssh. I'm trying like a mad woman to find a copy of that Gieco commercial (one of the ones with the caveman in it). So I google "Geico ad caveman .avi" and the second link that comes up-- fireflyfans.net. For some reason I'm not really surprised. And wow, "You can only throw your own head" is google-able too! Sweetness!
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