February 28, 2005

• “My thoughts belong in a book in a store where they’re silently read but spoken no more.” –Tyler Hilton-

  
  

   

  
  

  Cute boy in the last post is my boyfriend. Yeahhh, buddy! Also, this kid is cool as hell because he has a hilarious laugh & he likes to make fun of people with me & he used to schedule times to mess around with his ex-girlfriend. Haha, and he’s gonna be irate that I divulged that. MAUH, Male-Me.

  
  

  (((Lookin' coo......and with a fu!)))

  
  

   

  
  

  I forgot to take my coat home with me this weekend & I for sure regretted it. Mannn, is it cold at home. I went to the cemetery again in just a sweatshirt & I think my tears started to turn into slush on my cheeks or something, it was that cold.

  
  

   

  
  

  High points of this weekend included: laughing at inappropriate silent times during the musical, canoe- & log-shaped purse trends, military midgets who crawl into holes, deducing the gender of a suspiciously eyebrowed person at Eat ‘n’ Park & gracing Applebee’s twice, fearing that my caricature-of-John-Mayer-slash-young-Quentin-Tarantino waiter thought I was stalking him.

  
  

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  On my journey from home-to-school (& vice versa), there’s a barn that has a sign reading “Carpentry” with a phone number to call if, I assume, you need some carpentry work done. I find this insanely ironic considering the barn is, well, falling apart. It’s not really a good billboard location for advertising stable woodworking services.

  
  

   

  
  

  This week is going to be the closest thing to scholastic hell. I have a thousand Psych experiment hours, three magazine covers to design, two books to read for a five-page paper to write & a make-up exam to take. I can’t wait. I heart stress, you know.

  
  

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