Friday, November 26, 2004
the low fuel lights been on for days
Wanted:
A Spooning Partner. No experience required.
Only stipulations: Cannot be an ex boyfriend, Cannot be involved or previously involved with any acquaintance of mine, Must live in a 30 mile radius (so Mississippi just misses the cutoff), Cannot be gay, oh and can't be weird.
Does such a person exist?!? Maybe I'm being too picky. If this is picky, I don't want to know what type of intellectually stimulating, sexually satisfying, and aesthetically pleasing spooning partner my non picky counterparts have come up with. Dear lord.
Bleeeeech.
I was thinking about holiday shopping, and when I was going to do it. It is virtually impossible. Whenever I am not working, I am doing college applications, and when I don't feel like doing that, I am doing an abundance of homework. There is never a point when all 3 of these things will be done. Well I guess by the time Christmas Eve rolls around, all my applications will be in. So, I will shoot for then. I suppose it is unrealistic to think that I could be efficient in buying gifts, seeing that I am not efficient at anything else.
Song to download: Brand New - Seventy times Seven
A Spooning Partner. No experience required.
Only stipulations: Cannot be an ex boyfriend, Cannot be involved or previously involved with any acquaintance of mine, Must live in a 30 mile radius (so Mississippi just misses the cutoff), Cannot be gay, oh and can't be weird.
Does such a person exist?!? Maybe I'm being too picky. If this is picky, I don't want to know what type of intellectually stimulating, sexually satisfying, and aesthetically pleasing spooning partner my non picky counterparts have come up with. Dear lord.
Bleeeeech.
I was thinking about holiday shopping, and when I was going to do it. It is virtually impossible. Whenever I am not working, I am doing college applications, and when I don't feel like doing that, I am doing an abundance of homework. There is never a point when all 3 of these things will be done. Well I guess by the time Christmas Eve rolls around, all my applications will be in. So, I will shoot for then. I suppose it is unrealistic to think that I could be efficient in buying gifts, seeing that I am not efficient at anything else.
Song to download: Brand New - Seventy times Seven
Thursday, November 25, 2004
is that what you call a getaway? tell me what you got away with..
"They say you need to pray if you want to go to heaven but they don't tell you what to say when your whole life has gone to hell"
I wonder how long I will continue to write in this again before I take another year-long hiatus. I just re-read all my old entries from last year, and it is apparent the scene has changed. However, we have not reached a bow just yet. I would not even say that we are at intermission.
Today, I actually had a semi-fun experience filling out crapplications. Wake Forest asks thought provoking questions like "What outrages you?" "Discuss a piece of art that has meaning for you" and "What is your academic passion?" Granted, I have no idea what I am going to write for these seemingly arbitrary questions that more or less decide my future. However, let's take a moment to applaud Wake Forest for it's haphazard peculiarity that caught my attention for the first time as I marched through my applications like a mindless droid in Darth Vader's army.
I have been trying very hard not to call Nadnerb. However, I just can't help myself. I miss him. He is my best friend. It kills me that he is getting on with his life and I am in my own private hell. Perhaps he is too, sometimes I can sort of detect it in his voice. But he is doing a much better job at concealing it. In the back of my head he is always there. I still want to tell him funny things about my day, discuss our weekend plans, and look at him and know there is no other place I am more welcome. It kills me what I did to him. When I read that post I put up over a year ago all about him, I was almost floored. I felt this way? I can't remember the last time that I uttered any wonderful wisdom from him or discussed the fact that he is the world to me or worried about getting into certain colleges because he too, wants to get into those colleges. Honestly, in the back of my mind, this is all still true. Much to my chagrin I admit that I cannot let myself let him go, even though I know it is all my fault. I know that I have to, or I will just hurt him more. I still can't get over the carefree devotion that we were a year ago. Oh, the times they are changing.
Song to download: The Beatles - Within You Without You
I wonder how long I will continue to write in this again before I take another year-long hiatus. I just re-read all my old entries from last year, and it is apparent the scene has changed. However, we have not reached a bow just yet. I would not even say that we are at intermission.
Today, I actually had a semi-fun experience filling out crapplications. Wake Forest asks thought provoking questions like "What outrages you?" "Discuss a piece of art that has meaning for you" and "What is your academic passion?" Granted, I have no idea what I am going to write for these seemingly arbitrary questions that more or less decide my future. However, let's take a moment to applaud Wake Forest for it's haphazard peculiarity that caught my attention for the first time as I marched through my applications like a mindless droid in Darth Vader's army.
I have been trying very hard not to call Nadnerb. However, I just can't help myself. I miss him. He is my best friend. It kills me that he is getting on with his life and I am in my own private hell. Perhaps he is too, sometimes I can sort of detect it in his voice. But he is doing a much better job at concealing it. In the back of my head he is always there. I still want to tell him funny things about my day, discuss our weekend plans, and look at him and know there is no other place I am more welcome. It kills me what I did to him. When I read that post I put up over a year ago all about him, I was almost floored. I felt this way? I can't remember the last time that I uttered any wonderful wisdom from him or discussed the fact that he is the world to me or worried about getting into certain colleges because he too, wants to get into those colleges. Honestly, in the back of my mind, this is all still true. Much to my chagrin I admit that I cannot let myself let him go, even though I know it is all my fault. I know that I have to, or I will just hurt him more. I still can't get over the carefree devotion that we were a year ago. Oh, the times they are changing.
Song to download: The Beatles - Within You Without You
