November 06, 2002 :: 10:48 p.m.
100 Things That Make Me Happy, part 6
51. My baby horseshoe earrings.
52. Pianos.
53. Photography. If I had my own darkroom, I would be the happiest girl in all the world. Actually, I'd be pretty damn happy if I even just had darkroom
access. But no.
54. Lemons. You knew they had to be on here somewhere, right?
55. Walks, especially at night.
56. Hair dye.
57. Astrology.
58. Goofy online quizzes.
59. Spoons.
60. Paper dolls.
Geh. It's getting harder and harder to think of things for this damn list. It would be much easier if I were making a list of 100 Things That Piss Me Off. And speaking of things that piss me off (how very novel), Emily and Justin are here, watching Howard Stern. Am I the only person who has trouble grasping WHY IN GOD'S NAME people would watch shit like this? Because seriously, I just do not get it. It boggles the mind and upsets the stomach.
Anyway, onto more pressing matters than bad TV... hrm. Today has been decent, I suppose. I hung around the library for a while after Digicom to do some research for my Anthro project, and found myself completely overwhelmed. My potential topic is death and its many trappings in various cultures, and holy bejesus, I did not expect there to be so much freaking information to be had. I immediately narrowed my topic down to just death in Asian cultures. Still too much... I photocopied until I ran out of coins and I didn't really even make a dent in the pile of books. So now I don't know what I'm going to do. I'm thinking that this is just too broad a topic for me to cover, no matter how specific I get. But I have to do something, and I have to do it very, very soon. Any idea? Help a poor, confused student out.
Ooh! The downside of being at the library was that I missed a call from the College Center - I have a package! I haven't the faintest idea what it is or who it's from, though. At first I thought it might be the thing that I ordered for Adam, but I only ordered it two days ago. There's no way it could be here already.
*tracks package*
Oh. Okay, maybe it is the thing for Adam. Wow. That's cool, but sort of disappointing. I thought for a second there that someone actually cared enough to send me a package. Drat. But, score for Adam's package coming so quickly. For once my plans may be working out like I want them to.
Hang onto your pants, folks. The universe may turn inside out at any given moment.
I've been writing this for almost an hour and a half. There is something very wrong with that. I got distracted by my beloved Photoshop (I almost wrote Potoshop, which made me giggle because Potoshop = Potatoshop) and let this poor little entry sit here and cry because it thought that I had abandoned it. No, little entry, that's just not so. I still love you. See? I'm finishing you up right now. Dry your tears and I'll give you a cookie.
Now that I've soothed the entry's fragile little soul, I should probably go to bed. I'm tired, and unfortunately I have to get up at 7-ish and face a class that I'm not prepared for. So sad. But I shall persevere, because I have no other choice. Bleh.
'Night.
back & forth
Wait, there's more!
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when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005