Heals The Original Dryness

you know what i just realized? something. but now i've fogotten what it was. RAWR. i hate it when that happens.

i have a headache, and i think the effects of going to sleep at 2/3 am and then waking up and "normal" hours and actually DOING stuff during the day are catching up with me. we watched run lola run and the princess and the warrior last night. i heart those movies so much. they're so gorgeous, and so good and just wow... uch, but theres this part near the end of princess and the warrior that just is so upsetting and makes me cring and want to cry and i just winced and looked away when that part came up. it's so sad. uch *shudders*

anyway, i did slave labor yesterday cleaning and organizing and setting up one of the apartments for the san jose rep people. the apartment itself kinda scared me cause it was so gad damn white. white walls, white rugs, it looked so fucking sterile. but our work was appreciated by at least one lady who when my sister told her i was there to help with whatever responded with "i LOVE this family" (apparently josie has been quite a helpful intern) so i should be able to come around next week as well and help out and have something to do.

i'm so tempted to go to LA. while i was at my parent's house i hijacked this leather jacket that someone left at our house after some party or gathering we had and never came to claim it, and it's a really good leather jacket, it's really soft and comfy. (there was also this other one which i'm not sure where it came from that was more like stale suede leather and it smelled really dusty and kinda sounded like you were wearing cardboard *shrug* so i'm borrowing the better one) and brought up my closed toed shoes as well so i could be more protected should i get another chance to be on the back of john's bike, but john's going down to la/riverside for like a month, and i would so go with them if i could, and i totally should cause i have all this stuff, but i kinda told people at the rep that i would be available next week, and i'd be leaving benn, and as tempted as i am to say "ooo! you'll be done on the 8th! you should come down then" it just wouldn't be fair. and i'd miss him so. so i am once again feeling futily rejected from life, not majorly but small pangs, and will hope against hope that volunteering at the rep will be worth it. and it better be... *shakes fist threateningly*

oh yes, and jonathan got "the wild party" the book.