i must not be emitting my age much these days. on saturday night at acapulco, i was asked if i wanted a kids menu or regular... basically if i was 13 or under...
and just a little bit ago i was thought to be younger than 19 and a month. that of course was considering that his main view of me is the picture above which isn't really current. i guess being young at heart is seeping thru my pores or something...
You Are the Stuffing |
You're complicated and complex, yet all your pieces fit together.
People miss you if you're gone - but they're not sure why.
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You Are the Individualist |
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You are sensitive and intuitive, with others and yourself.
You are creative and dreamy... plus dramatic and unpredictable.
You're emotionally honest, real, and easily hurt.
Totally expressive, others always know exactly how you feel.
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this is a really cute little site!
bleh...
notice blog time. and know i have a show in basically 15 hours... class in less than 9... why can't i sleep? ok, i know the answer to that question, but i should be sleeping, that would be good for me. i repeat: bleh...
what do your cd purchases say about you?
yesterday i purchased:
Johnny Cash Willie Nelson, vh1 storytellers
Johnny Cash at San Quentin
Fred Astaire, Jazz Time
i think i'm weird, or excentric, one of the two
so there's this guy who begining of the quarter seemed to always be on my bus monday and wednesday mornings. and i'd occasionally see him on buses going off campus too. anyway, one of those people you see all the time but never talk to, similar to my upstairs neighbor who i hear all the time but never see (or talk to... shut up it makes sense in my head) anyway, the other week, i got on the bus and was standing right next to him sitting, and then a couple stops later the person he was sitting next to got off and he scooted over one and since i was standing right there, i sat down. whoa, i'm sitting next to this guy i see all the time, i wonder if he sees me back/notices me. i really notice him because he looks a lot like jian's bf (who i apparently met and hit on at hamlet day) but i probably don't look like someone he knows, or do i? the only reason i can think he's noticed me is various times i've been talking to someone else on the bus while he was right there. anyway, so sitting next to him. the florecents turn off for the west entrance and empire grade, and just as we're getting used to the dark, they flick back on again for western drive. he makes a spontanious "aaa.." like aaa, my eyes, the light, it burns, and i chuckle and say "yeah"... our first interaction... how sweet... so anyway, eventually when we get back into cell phone service area he calls his housemate and makes plans for the evening, something involving beer, and i decide to use that as a conversation in, and we chat a bit, i find out he lives over on 7th avenue, i decide to miss my stop so i can ride down to the metro with him, you know its only a few blocks, and its conversation. we get off the bus and go our seperate ways. now probably for a number of reasons, i don't see him for a good couple weeks. him skipping class, me missing buses, him probably taking other buses, me staying up on campus, stuff like that. so this morning, oh! weird morning too, i woke up very awake at 11:20-ish and was so convinced that i could not be this awake at 11:20-ish that i was sure i was reading the clock wrong and was just utterly confused by the entire situation, i'm sitting at the bus stop, wondering if i missed my bus again, debating if i should try walking to the metro center, wondering if i did that if i would run into this guy who i hadn't seen for a couple weeks, and the idea of like the figment of your imagination that haunts you until you confront it and it disappears (think dancing baby episode of ally mcbeal, man that was a while ago...) cause well since i had talked to him we no longer ran into each other randomly, but low and behold, i had not missed the bus and the boy was sitting in the back. we talked about politics and cynicism and stuff. still don't know his name. i kinda like it that way.
i'm really quite tired of having stupid panda songs in my head. at least this one has a bit more of a complex tune and doesn't run in a loop.
i was inspired at 4 am last night to write my lobby bio as a haiku, but i had to keep it clean so i worked it into something else, but this is a nice other result
4th year student eyes
scared shitless to graduate
who knows where she'll go
share and enjoy
you know, i am conviced that my profile has so many hits for only 2 reasons: because i have my country listed as belgium (cause i thought it was funny) and because of how often i talk about nudity. thats just my hypothesis. if someone out there has been passing my on as "the profile to see" do let me know.
wow... feels like a long time since i've been here...
i had a realization yesterday. my friends that enjoy speaking in latin and other foriegn languages to each other/to me are not only being highly elitist and pretentious and that shit, but they are deliberately not making the effort to actually communicate. they're masturbating! they're staying completely wrapped up in themselves and "oh look at me, i'm so cultured i can speak in latin" but really they're saying "i'm speaking for me, not for you" speaking for their own pleasure and not for communicating to the other person. its a way of staying on their high horse and not actually coming down and making a connection with someone. its really quite maddening.
money, success, fame, glamour...
i hate it when songs i make up get stuck in my head.
in other news i figured out the cords to the correct version of the goolagong anthem, and i am awesome.
and i refuse to get sick... unfortunately every time i say that i end up getting sick, so my "will power" doesn't seem to be stronger than the viruses in the air/me being a slight hypocondriac... rawr...
and i refuse to get sick... unfortunately every time i say that i end up getting sick, so my "will power" doesn't seem to be stronger than the viruses in the air/me being a slight hypocondriac... rawr...
http://slate.msn.com/id/2109141/
see, i really want to believe that and i want like a full investigation into LACK OF PAPER TRAILS, but the truth is, bush won the popular vote by a couple million. only 17% of the 18-25? 29? group turned out to the polls. middle america wants this president. and unfortunately, we on the coasts share a government with them...
