Feeds:Wednesday, Tenth Week
"The adjective is lost in the sentence just as I am lost in your eyes, ears, nose, and throat." - One of the accapela groups on 6/03
I had half a post written on Monday, and then my computer stopped working. Graah. But here I am in Fred's again, re-posting and posting anew.
"I must be made of steel" - I wish I had a shirt that said that. It's off the the Men In Drag CD. The song is "I Just Threw Out the Love of My Dreams" by Weezer. The MID version is incredibly catchy; the Weezer, less so.
"Call me morbid, or absurd...." Hannah, Jeremy, and Kaleb are coming down for the weekend, since I sent them an email with that subject line inviting them. It's from song "Friend Is a Four-Letter Word", also off the MID CD.
Yeah, so, the long and short of the weekend is I was depressed on Saturday and full of love of Monday. I love my roommates, which I'd been praying for ever since I found out I didn't a week and a half ago, so that's good. End recap of last post.
On Monday, walking home in my dress clothes with a bouquet of flowers leftover from a memorial service in Bond, I passed by a black lady on the sidewalk. The woman said, "She's gonna be happy." At this, my heart leapt within me; it really made my day, for no discernable reason. I mean, they weren't for any particular girl; they were for all of the many young lady friends of mine I may run into, though I was certainly hoping certain of those young women would appreciate the flowers in a certain way, indeed. Wow, that was a lot of certain.
However, I screwed up but good recently. I don't think it needs to be talked about in detail here, but I broke Bernadette's trust through a misunderstanding, and now she thinks I'm immature in a bad way and I'm not sure if she's forgiven me yet.
In up news, talked to Erin for a good long time today online. Rock. In down news, I have to finish (heh) Moby Dick by tomorrow sometime and write un composición sobre el libro. I'd like to do it before the Michiganians get here, so I'd better start reading now. But, hey, with this crowd down here, my twentieth birthday won't be nearly as depressing. I wish I didn't have to pay to eat the food here at Fred's. That 3 Musketeers Bar is lookin'good.... mmm.
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