My favorite picture from the cruise:
South Beach, Miami. In my hand I hold the Budweiser Beer Beth Bought for me in Key West, and also the Potato Chip's Ex Wife.
Moments like that are what matters.
So I picked out a camera today at Best Buy, then ordered a slightly better one on Amazon.com. Sometime next week I will have a Nikon Coolpix 5600. I am pretty happy with it, from what I saw. Yay! It seems like March is Camera-Buying Month.
I'm listening to Led Zeppelin - How the West Was Won. It's something I listened to a whole lot a year and a half ago. I like revisiting albums like that. It makes me think of that summer, and that camping trip, and salamanders.
I've decided it's time to calm down. I've been in overdrive too long. I need to focus on getting through this semester without failing. That's why there is a book open in my lap.
At the same time, I have been thinking about the stress of the past week. If you've been reading my journal (updated daily or more than daily!) then you saw my freakout over the hookup this weekend.
Lemme splain.
I complain all the time about being single. I know I do. I also know, I have nobody but myself to blame. Why? Because I insist on ONLY being attracted to guys I can't be with. Either because they are already with someone, they are far far away, they are gay, they are related to me, or they simply just DON'T LIKE ME. For some reason, that's what I want. So I get fixations, crushes, infatuations... on guys I won't be with. I could name at least 3 people on my friends list here that I have a stupid pointless desire for. Hi, guys. You know who you are.
And I could name ten more not on this site. The reason I got so silly over the one this weekend is because he really doesn't like me. Or so I thought. When I called him yesterday, I said something like "I don't want you to think I'm some dirty slut" and he said he never would have hooked up with me if I was. I believe him. In retrospect, it kind of makes me feel better. I'm still embarassed by the whole thing... but not so bad. Still, I don't think I'll call him again. 
Besides, I have other things to worry about besides boys. Boys are yucky. I have homework to do.
South Beach, Miami. In my hand I hold the Budweiser Beer Beth Bought for me in Key West, and also the Potato Chip's Ex Wife.
Moments like that are what matters.
So I picked out a camera today at Best Buy, then ordered a slightly better one on Amazon.com. Sometime next week I will have a Nikon Coolpix 5600. I am pretty happy with it, from what I saw. Yay! It seems like March is Camera-Buying Month.
I'm listening to Led Zeppelin - How the West Was Won. It's something I listened to a whole lot a year and a half ago. I like revisiting albums like that. It makes me think of that summer, and that camping trip, and salamanders.
I've decided it's time to calm down. I've been in overdrive too long. I need to focus on getting through this semester without failing. That's why there is a book open in my lap.
At the same time, I have been thinking about the stress of the past week. If you've been reading my journal (updated daily or more than daily!) then you saw my freakout over the hookup this weekend.
Lemme splain.
I complain all the time about being single. I know I do. I also know, I have nobody but myself to blame. Why? Because I insist on ONLY being attracted to guys I can't be with. Either because they are already with someone, they are far far away, they are gay, they are related to me, or they simply just DON'T LIKE ME. For some reason, that's what I want. So I get fixations, crushes, infatuations... on guys I won't be with. I could name at least 3 people on my friends list here that I have a stupid pointless desire for. Hi, guys. You know who you are.
And I could name ten more not on this site. The reason I got so silly over the one this weekend is because he really doesn't like me. Or so I thought. When I called him yesterday, I said something like "I don't want you to think I'm some dirty slut" and he said he never would have hooked up with me if I was. I believe him. In retrospect, it kind of makes me feel better. I'm still embarassed by the whole thing... but not so bad. Still, I don't think I'll call him again.
Besides, I have other things to worry about besides boys. Boys are yucky. I have homework to do.
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b) when the hell do i get to meet the lovely goob? i think it wold be heaps of fun
c) in the photo, i dont 'get' the chip thing, but you fogot to mention the full goobs boobs netherregions lurking in the background!
d) I like that you're an escapism queen!
e) zepplin is rock. end o' story
f) homework is equally yucky - plus homework wont keep you warm at night.
Y~!