July 23, 2002 :: 9:43 a.m.
suddenly the animals look shiny and new
New layout, finally. I kind of like it. I mean, it doesn't induce screaming orgasms or anything, but it's clean and nice and things. The lyrics to the left are from the song "Elevator" by Sheila Nicholls (who, incidently, I'm listening to right now and is also pictured being all pretty next to a fishbowl). Good song. Great song, actually. I can't say enough about this CD (
Brief Stop); it's become one of my favorites already, and I've only had it for a week or so. Her other (newer) CD (
Wake) is very good, too, but I have a fetish for sparse arrangements and girls (boys too!) emoting behind a piano, so
Brief Stop gets the Golden Lemon Award for being muy excellente.
Anyway. Could there be more parentheses in that paragraph? I think not. I may have broken a record.
Sleeping at Adam's was very happy, as usual. We watched Amelie last night, which was fun. I love that movie. To the tenth power, even. It makes me all giddy and stuff. I'm tempted to watch it again now, but Mason will be home soon and it's not really his kind of thing. He'll watch some Buffy with me, though, so it all works out. Adam got me a Smurfs record at some antique/old junk store - weee! It's called "The Smurfs All Star Show." I wish I had a record players, but alas. All I can play are tapes and those newfangled "compact discs." I took him to work this morning at 7:30 and then came home, because his mom will be back this afternoon and I'm of no further use (his dad is picking him up). I'm not sure what I'm going to do with myself this afternoon. Maybe call Amanda and see if she wants to hang out.
I should get my housing information from LVC sometime this week. It's sort of freaking me out. I have no desire to share a closet-sized space with a complete stranger who I probably won't like even after I do get to know them. But them's the breaks, I guess. My mom's all about going school shopping, which is really fine because purchasing notebooks and pens is an unusually pleasurable experience for me, but all this talk about school is making me nervous. A month, roughly, and I'll be there. Weird. This year has gone by so fast. I don't remember any other years going this quickly. Is this how it is once you're an "adult?" Time passes like mad behind your back and leaves you standing, slack-jawed, wondering where your life went? Because that would just suck.
I haven't taken a shower yet, so I should probably do that. Because, you know, being clean is usually an asset. I'll write later, I'm sure. I have an abundance of free time like that.
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