"You're not 'Wounded Bird' crazy."
"So what am I, 'Pained Velociraptor' crazy?"

Lizzy makes my day.

I just cleaned my room. It felt really good.

Funny thing...me and Lizzy have missed each other all day. I just got back from eating, and her computer wasn't even idle yet.

I'm being stalked by a paranoid schizophrenic.

Lizzy and I went to the store the other day, and she got me a present but didn't give it to me till now. She got me chocolate pudding! I love pudding! She's so great, always knowing my favorite things. WEEEEEEE!


In other news, I'll be really happy to see people tonight. I feel so disconnected from some of my friends.

Damn headache.

OK, this is the funniest title I have heard in a long time: The Notorious Cherry Bombs' "It's Hard to Kiss the Lips at Night that Chew Your Ass Out All Day Long". Yes, the song is as funny as the title.

I love country. I've been watching videos for 3 hours. So good. I just blubbered through Lonestar's "I'm Already There", which I think was the best use of troop footage I've ever seen.

If I ever dated again (not that my miserable relationships really counted as dating), I'd actually try to find somebody compatible. I need a guy who can cook and appreciate real food. No hoity toity fucker who looks down his nose at my buttermilk biscuits or bacon sandwiches.

Sweet Lord, I've needed a fully loaded sausage dog since last evening. Grrr. I'd kill for one right now.

In other news, we went to the darkroom tonight. I discovered that I have not in fact forgotten how to do everything (as I'd expected that I'd do).
On the way back, we stopped by the library and saw Mac and Michael. They, however, did not have fully loaded sausage dogs, so we didn't linger.

"The catbombs cannot visually acquire their targets."

I haven't really updated much lately.

The blanket has come along, although I'm now stuck waiting 1-2 weeks for my yarn to ship. Grrr. It's so deliciously warm, though, so often I cuddle under it when the air conditioning is going (and get poked by knitting needles).

I'm being very slack about attendance, but I catch myself and don't let it go on and on. If I skip classes for 2 days in a row, I feel really guilty and go to them. This is a good sign, I think, since my class attendance record is infamous.

Wow, me and Lizzy live like hermits. That's very odd.

The urge to do a massive bit of cooking is creeping up on me.

I've been doing a lot of remembering lately. I know, I tend to dwell on things that upset me. Funny thing is, the only things I've been remembering are good things. (You know, there were a lot of things going on in those two sentences.) The downside of remembering masses of happy times is that then you kinda pout over them not being as good now, but I'm doing pretty good there, too.

I don't often get to see my friends (busy busy people!) aside from Julius, Nora, and Lizzy, but I'm so much happier sticking with the amount of people I want to be around.

Now, I have to take care of food and attack my homework at some point. Tally hos!

I dreamt that my cat was hit by a car. In the dream, I found him still alive, but didn't know what to do.

Dammit, I need to go to Michael's. I really need more gray yarn (and Michael's is the only place that's supposed to carry it), and I need yet another yarn needle. Grrr.

Holly or Rachel: if you ever decide to go to Wal-Mart in the daytime (as opposed to midnight), let me bum a ride and I will pay you with cooking.

HOSEBEASTERY!

For some reason, I'm going to bed. I hate to go to sleep when my room isn't in order, but this is as much as I can do for tonight.

Last week was grungy, but I guess this week will be dressy (since I can't find any of my shorts).

I don't know why I'm so hyped up to see people. It's like, "ARRR! PEOPLE!!!!".

Thank you, people.
It was a really sweet thing that you tried to do, Amy.

If anybody happens to be religious, I could probably use a few prayers this weekend. Me and Mama might go off of speaking to each other. Indefinitely.

Fallfest was great. Ran into some people that I didn't expect to see. Saw most everybody that I'd been missing (with a few exceptions, who all suck for not coming out tonight and partaking of free food and mosquitoes), tomorrow should be a great bit of family atmosphere, and then I get to really try getting school back together on Monday.

Being around that many people at once was a bit unsettling, though; I guess I'd gotten used to how partitioned everybody had become. I doubt that we'll often all be present in such numbers (having such different lives now), so I won't really get to test whether that was just a fluke or not.

CFI? Perkins Loan? WTF, mate. Nice that they give me warning that I have to electronically sign a form with my FAFSA PIN (which I have to get emailed) in order to get $1500 for school. 3 days should be plenty of time to get that done and have the funds transferred (yes, Julius, that was sarcasm).

Apparently, I'll be eating soup for a while. Luckily for me, it appears that soup's up.


In other news, I can't wait to see all of you at Fallfest. Lizzy, let me know when you're moving in...I call long wall, because I have a ton of shit and it fits exactly if set up like last year.

Heheheheh, this is Laura. This is also Chapin and Rachel Chapin. hYou can post the things I say. That's not fair. You fucker. Heeeheheeeheheheh. Ummmm I'm silly. Seriously I'm gonna have an asthma attack. So now I'm gonna have to listen to Massive Attack and look at Muppet screen caps. When I got drunk Lizzy knew I was drunk because I couldn't spell anti-disestablishmentarianisin. My nose iches. Ya that happens. Cock Mobster. Farrell would be proud. Hehehehehehheehe. I'm not high. She's a liar. I don't lie about me unless I feel like it. You must feel like it then. I love waffles. With chocolate chips! Do you have waffles and do you have chocolate chips. Blah blah blah smoked on church playground, awesome playground. There was an owl in tree right there, we stared at it for a while and stated phrases of disbelief, I'm going to Linda's, but dude I gotta stay with this owl. I'm really liking this owl right now. I go over to Linda's then he comes for a few minutes then leaves, I didn't get in touch with him till way later when I was totally somewhere. Julius goes like damn this needs to be an all-you-can eat fish restaurant and we're like chill out dude it's an IHOP. The waiter said can I get you something else to drink besides alchol and beer. The shit we ordered... scramble eggs with cheese. Can I get mine with cheese as well. Can you cross post this?

I'm slightly buzzed, but I can't tell on what.

APPROVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thank you, Dr. Beyer, for proving that I really am a whackjob.
Now, I'm gonna drink some raspberry vodka at 2:30 in the afternoon.

*sigh* Really stressed out. Really wanting a shower. Really wish that I could be moving into the dorm. I like everybody, but I always feel funny bouncing back and forth. God willing, things will work out alright.

Hey Matt, I think you forgot something.

I'm back in town now. My mother did a wonderful job making me feel guilty about it, too. I need to do some cuddling, dammit.

I feel like the anti-feminist or something. I have cooked for days and days, and only for me and my mom. I just prefer cooking for men, for some reason.

The dog that killed Belle has killed at least 3 cats and a dog. Animal control doesn't care, apparently.

I buried my rosary with Donna's cat. Belle was killed this afternoon, and Billy and buried her. I was the one to wrap her up...Donna couldn't stand to be there and Billy is more squeamish than sentimental. The bastard dog came back twice afterward (probably looking for the other cat, who showed up terrified shortly before the dog returned the second time); if the owner hadn't walked over and called the dog to her, Billy would have shot it. One minute more, and he'd have shot that dog. This is at least the third time that that pit bull has attacked someone (the others being one neighbor's cat and another neighbor's dog), and at least the third complaint with Animal Control.


My head hurts. I need a shower. I need a better day than this.

1. Call clinic. [Done]
2. Write Dr. Beyer and ask for a letter. [Done]
3. Finish own etter. [Working on it, should be hammered out tonight]
4. Email it to Lizzy.
5. Pray. [Ongoing]

I always forget how great some of the lines in Armageddon are.


"Get off...the nuclear...warhead. Now."

I've got the strangest feeling that things will be very different when I get back on the 9th. I don't know if they'll be better or worse.