kelland

I wanna hurt it. I wanna give it pain. I'm a roman candle. My head is full of flames.

Last Monday I endured a walk to the local Subway to feast with a friend. From this walk, I determined that I am quite the speedy walker. I set out, allotting myself perhaps too much time... 30 minutes. I walked slowly at first, just absorbing the sounds from my walkman. But then I walked down a hill and took a seat by the park and listened to a few slow, sad songs while a dog off in the distance continually barked. Then when I had about 10 minutes left to meet my friend, I began walking once again. I was feet away from my destination when I looked at my watch and realized that I had several minutes until 1:00. So I went down an alley and circled back around to Subway. Then I sat on a bench outside the Subway because I was still early. Upon the arrival of my friend who didn't eat because he was ill, I ate a veggie sub and a bag of BBQ chips. The moral of this story goes something like this: I walk too fast and I eat veggie subs now because I am awesome like that.

I also had a veggie sub last night at work and WOW was it awesome! I am so proud of myself. I rather like this vegetarian stuff. I'm a natural. I like it because it forces me to substitute otherwise unhealthy foods with vegetables -- something I've never eaten enough. I've only been tempted to eat meat a few times, and the meat in question was chicken. That is the only real sacrifice I'm making. But I haven't given into temptation. I have been a good girl. The following picture is proof of my love for greenery.



No school Monday. I am spoiled with all of the days off I've had recently. But Monday Tegan, Sara, and I are suppose to get together to work on a Spanish project. And sometime this weekend I have to type up a menu in Spanish for an imaginary restaurant I own. I also have to study for an impending chemistry test and do a little post-lab work leftover from Friday. Nice. How I detest thee.

I am going to fucking murder my CD burner. I wasted five CDs today attempting to burn a few Jane's Addiction albums. My computer kept stopping in the middle of the burn process and going, "BURN ABORTED! There may be a problem with the disk. Make sure it is not scratched or dirty and try again..." or something like that... you get the idea. Fucking piece fucking of fucking shit fucking.

I volunteered three hours of my Saturday evening serving undeservingly snooty townspeople at a Rotary (whatever the hell that is) dinner/auction. Basically I filled people's water glasses the entire time. True, I did manage to clear a few people's plates from their tables and I did retrieve some coffee for others, and additionally I saw my friend's boss and his wife so I stopped to converse with them for awhile, but I pretty much felt useless. As Tegan stated quite eloquently, "I think they seriously underestimated our multi-tasking abilities." When I got home, I had a small conversation about my evening with my mom and she goes, "Well, I'm glad you're doing things like that. It's good PO." ...Or PR, whichever you prefer.

I was going to say something and now I've completely forgotten what is was.

...Now I remember!

I want a hat LIKE THIS. If anyone knows of anyone who knows of anyone who might be friends with someone who has one, hook me up. It has to look very similiar to this one, though. Not your typical newsboy golf-esque hat. One just like this.