ceremony

i have been a fucking madwoman today regarding my work. starting from my perception that reading "the odyssey" for one of my classes at 3am (when i had russian at 10am) was a good idea, i have not let up on working. reading reading reading writing writing. for the first time since "the vagina monologues" i am completely on track with my readings. i intend to spend all of tomorrow afternoon and evening reading as well, until i am done with all of my work (sans papers) through the friday of spring break. and then on to the papers.

this weekend was a mess of eating ice cream at kilwin's and watching the pecan brittle man work his shit, having a creepy comics virgin - we all know the sort - come up to me at borders while i was on the floor reading sin city, hair-dyeing (not my hair), chocolately things, sex and the city, a shitload of drama, and not as much sleep as i was expecting.

so i found out that my mom's new boyfriend that she's only been steadily dating for a month is looking for a house that they can eventually move into together. she "loves" him but at the same time i know how it is to think that you love someone just because they're whatever trite cliche you can come up with for infatuation. i think my only coherent response to that would be OMGWTFBBQ!!!111!!.

may as well keep working until someone or something distracts me. as much as i like being this motivated to get shit done, i need a break soon.

p.s.: i will probably end up deleting this postscript once my pre-period hormones stop talking, but i think it'd be nice if i didn't still look like i'm 15. or if, for once, i wasn't just relegated to "cute girl" status. discussions with male friends have shown that "cute" equates to either "child-like" or "a small step above average." man, i fucking suck.