• the arrival of visitors


• showing off my campus


• lovely weather


• NO FUCKING SNOW (don't believe a word he says)


• kicking ass at pool and at tickling (continue not believing a word he says)


• eating too many hot dogs


• lo-o-ong backrubs (including foot and leg rubs)


• lazing about in bed talking for hours


• sometimes doing other things that also involve beds maybe


• being made to feel exceptionally special


• ditto pretty

Things I dislike:

• the departure of visitors


• eating too many hot dogs


• my computer overheating while trying to share Lupin III


• falling asleep during movies


• not enough time for everything (is there ever?)


• papers that are due tomorrow morning


• having to work on said paper when all I really want to do is laze around in a corny movie-style montage of happily thinking about my lovely weekend


• sentences that don't make sense but that I am too lazy to try to logic my way through editing


• having four bowls to clean now


• and, inexplicably, three forks


• three forks?! the fuck??!?!

Recommended Post-Partum Depression Combatant Activities:

• Sunday drive with friends, narrated in the style of Grand Theft Auto


• grape soda


• listening to XTC with the windows open and the sunshine pouring in


• ditto The Velvet Underground


• getting to see unfound, Antimony, and Isadora in 3 days!!

Pictures from the weekend are an imminent force.
And they will be an eminent presence.
And they will be inimitable in coolosity.

And they will take after their taker in their love of words that sound similar and their propensity for beginning sentences with conjunctions.
Mm hmm.





Still no pictures (forgot to borrow the damn cord!) so the new picture place holder is a schedule of last night's paper-writing activities:

Last night was fun. My evening went like so:
- Sat around after coffee hour (10pm - 11:30pm or so) eating rum-infused watermelong and shooting the shit
- scraped my ankle
- hung out with a friend while we worked on our psych papers
- his drink of choice: wine, my drink of choice: vodka and flat grape soda
- stimulants
- smoked nearly a pack of cigarettes
- cleared out around 2:30am after satisfactorily completing an outline for my paper and a decent buzz
- stopped drinking around 4am (seemed best)
- a friend stopped by at 5:30am and we shot the shit for a spell
- finally finished my paper
- slept roughly from 7am-9am
- printed my paper
- preparing to leave for Pysch class

Those of you who thought I couldn't finish my paper in time for my 10:15am class, know that as I swig my vodgrapka in class, I'll be drinking to you.



Thought of the Day: Why am I such an eternal bloody-minded optimist when it comes to everyone but myself?

Little Known Fact About Me: Drama makes me physically ill. No joke.