Sunday, March 31, 2002
and the party definately DID end once we left... "tim" and his friends proved that one.
so my mom and brother are flying down to florida for 3 days on a whim. why couldn't i be part of this whim?! for real.
i am quite delusional, though. there is so much shit going on that i am aware of, but not comprehending. such as 18 year old girls strapping on explosives and then going into the busy part of town to blow up herself and hopefully some others? what IS that? that is a whole other universe apart from mine, one i read about from the comfort of my high-speed internet computer in my suburban american household. don't get me wrong, i'm not complaining about being so lucky (cuz really that's all it is) but it just doesn't *click that shit like that really happens. duh, i say this about everything though. trite, i know.
i was reading over some stuff that i keep at home (cuz i'm at home right now) and i came to a poetry book and yeah, what i was thinking i was going to write, i'm not going to write anymore. not going to delete either. so nevermind.
so i think i'm going to graduate december 2003. this is scary. but the most sensible thing, all things (credits/classes) considered. so i think i'll just tool around east lansing for that extra semester working and what not? who the hell knows. it's a big WE'LL SEE. or, rather, I'LL SEE. cuz there sure as hell is no "we" when it comes to me.
my sister has a boyfriend, my brother has a girlfriend, hell my DOG has a boyfriend! ahhhhh spring fever is coming about. <----what the hell does that even mean, i just said it to say it? why am i saying hell so much tonight. it's easter, i shouldn't be swearing.
oh it's also mike's birthday. i don't think you read my blog, but if you do, CHEERS!
i like how i said i was going to run a marathon. that was a pretty funny joke. don't you get it? ha ha.
i've been reading a novel set in dublin, i got an "ireland for dummies" book from rox and kare, and let's just say, i'm getting pretty excited! waaaahooey
oh and seeing oar/guster/g.love/phantomplanet/howieday/jackjohnson all in about 3 weeks.... pretty outta control on my scale. schwing.
i'm so glad flip-flop season is on it's way.
ohhhh whoops. i was supposed to find a job for the 2 months of summer this weekend. anyone want to hire me to, i don't know, get their mail? do their nails? scratch their back? let me know.
i am retiring to my bed. i'll catch you all on the flip side.
Saturday, March 30, 2002
Friday, March 29, 2002
Tuesday, March 26, 2002
43 - days until the semester is over
3 - approx. months until i leave for ireland
7 - dollars in my checking account saved for ireland
1011 - dollars i owe on my visa and i need to pay in aforementioned time until i leave for ireland so that i can put that much back on it once there
4 - time i woke up this morning having to pee like a racehorse and turn off the t.v.
1 - number of hours i added to my time sheet at work
5 - number of extra days to be spent in purgatory for the above sin
6 - number of extra dollars i will get for lying on my time sheet
1.2 - dollars per day in purgatory
3 - number of really good concerts i will see in a short period of time
70 - dollars spent on concerts
380 - number of really good song currently listening to in winamp
20 - my age in a few short days
29 - my 'proof'
5 - exams i had last week (i'm over it)
2 - number of 4.0's i got on my exams
49 - lowest percentage on my exams last week
2 - times i reacted physically to being scared at work
0 - number of really nice things that have been said to me today
100 - how much percent i'm over it
14 - on a scale of 1 to 17 how much i love sleeping in
12 - how many ants i killed yesterday in my room
11 - how many dead ants went in my roommates garbage
1 - how many dead ants stayed on the floor
0 - number of dead ants that went in my garbage
2 - number of ants i have killed since i started this blog
100 - percent of how much disgusted all 2 of my blog readers will be after reading that
84 - temperature of my body right at this moment
11 - windchill outside
8 - how many hours of sleep i intend to get if i finish this blog soon
alright finished. laaaaaaaater.
Friday, March 22, 2002
Tuesday, March 19, 2002
Sunday, March 17, 2002
Saturday, March 16, 2002
i am rational, analytical
i always ask "why", but sometimes that's good cuz i can ask "why" about god. i can be spiritual too.
i do not show my emotions very well, but that's what is valued in today's society.
my fate and my love lines intersect, many people's don't.
i have a teachers' square on both hands.
come on, lady. tell me something i don't know.
Friday, March 15, 2002
Thursday, March 14, 2002
Wednesday, March 13, 2002
Monday, March 11, 2002
it took me like 5 minutes to count them all.
department of police and public safety came and inspected my room over spring break. yeah, i'm a badass.
(if only you knew why...)
i have another blog reader. i'll take that link off if you want me to.
today is my grandpa's birthday. he'd be around 77.
we lost power for about 24 hours. what did they DO back in the days they didn't have electricity! for real... no t.v., computer, phone, stove, fridge, garage door, furnace, NOTHING. holy crapola, just think. no instant messagener. they said i'm only 40-something addicted, i say they're wrong.
i think these next 7 weeks will be lonnnng.
i like when i can't pay my bills. that's really fun, you should try it sometime. maybe we can get together and not pay bills. good times.
i can't think of anything else that i want to say that can't be held against me.
and with that, i retreat to my bed.
i am in a tennis-shoes sort of mood. this isn't the mood i desire, i want to feel more like a heel. i don't know how to make the transition. i'm not talking about footwear.
what to do.
Friday, March 8, 2002
Tuesday, March 5, 2002
Saturday, March 2, 2002
happy birthday jack - i love you
men from livonia who come to bars solo ~ sick
unattended birmingham houses-hot
never able to find parking.
peeing in fucking detroit.
good night to all.
happy birthday jack - i love you.
Friday, March 1, 2002
can't finish now. byeybe
and by not-good, i don't mean "bad mood". well i do, but not in the typical pissed off mood. just not-good, as in not-good. enough fucking said.
and sympathy can fuck itself.