holy shit, french vanilla milanos
and i should really get to bed
i have no idea what i'm going to do with myself after this summer. i want to go to europe. i think i need to travel a bit. my dad was suggesting that "working in a bank" idea, which i've had on my own, but i have no resume with which to impress a bank... i mean who knows, but i don't feel very confident about any sort of "real world" job.
i really hate my computer chair, i can't get anything done in it
and i ran out of money, again
and i woke up late and had to run most of the way to catch my bus back to santa cruz (you CAN make it in 10 minutes if you run)
fell asleep this afternoon on the couch, woke up and watched gilmore girls, and realized... i don't have to be anywhere! i don't have to rush up to campus, i can relax, i could go grocery shopping! james suggested i could watch a movie, but i need to write a paper, which i have yet to get really started on, but yes! i COULD, cause i don't have to BE anywhere. that doesn't mean i don't have things to DO.
i just want to sleep...
i smell like ocean.
and my legs are going to be so pissed at me tomorrow.
and i didn't ask him out...
transitions that are really really weird and kinda wrong with itunes on random:
roger waters to the cure
tori amos to alanis morrisette
and of course going from hard rock to sondheim...
whatcha gonna do, i have eclectic taste
and a cold sore
*hits things*
its a dangerous world out there...
college girl can't even joke about being a swinger on the internet without some crazy dudes contacting me. is this what its all come to?
fuck! why am i completely unable to send a fucking email to people about when my show is!? it takes so long to do and i just agonize over it and spelling and dates and then lose track of what i'm doing and close the window without sending the damn email and i'm back to square one! fuck! is it so hard to tell everyone i know the dates, times, and place of my show, with a little tidbit about what its about..........khasdfhka9iencd...... sleep now....
hurray for techno i haven't listened to in over 2 years
for a brief moment, we had it. for a brief moment, we were there.
oy, this totally feels tainted now... god, i thought i was out of the realm of blogdrama, but apparently not. eh, swhat i get for keeping this thing public and findable. most people have the tact of keeping google stalking to themselves. or i would think. or keep it in circles where it wouldn't come back to itself. but i guess in santa cruz, its way too small a town to do that. god, i don't know how i would function at a small liberal arts school. i feel like i should try it out just to see what would happen. probably a similar experience to castilleja. well, i'll just go visit brian next year, he'll tell me all about it.
p.s. tracks covered
really should have done that a while ago. further proof that i'm a masochist.
fuck you, i don't care what you think, why would you think i cared what you think? is that really going to solve anything, telling me, "hey i didn't like this"? if i had a nickle for every time i got called a bitch online... and dude, at least i'm doing it to this than anything that actually fucking effects your life.
i can't even find that post...
oh wait, found it, yeah, that was my bad. fixed.
*bitchy mode reactivated* but dude, what a way to prove my point
yeah i know, that was low, but fuck you
diane lane plays a lot of characters i really relate to. like almost scary similarities. back when i watched unfaithful, tooootally me. watched under the tuscan sun this weekend, same thing. the journeys that her characters go thru were/are the same journeys i am/was going thru. granted the movies had resolutions that i don't see as quite happening to me. but still, odd, why diane lane?
