I haven't updated in a while. I sort of put everything on hold and devoted myself to a higher purpose - namely lounging on Alex's bed (and eating lots of easy mac.)

Oh mon dieu. I'm wasting so many breaths but I've never been happier.

Love you, baby.

 

Josh mentioned he'd been reading blogs and I think it's time we all got back into trying to say what we mean. And inevitably failing horribly but at least putting things on the record. What is there to say about the inbetween of before and right now? I was madly in love. Aren't I always? I'm not right now. I just want kids and affirmation. Junior year started and I'm loving it profusely. Everything's going well, can't complain. Elaine's surprisingly back into the picture. That's about it.

:)

It doesn't suck being sick. History Channel was alright, and Oxygen was surprisingly good. Couldn't stand Kissing Jessica Stein though. Dear god. What a repulsive movie. Her voice ... it was just ... so high. Kahblehj to the power of theta. Anyways, I'm feeling better now. The fever broke, I guess. But I'm so tired and couldn't swallow if you paid me. Don't think about where that goes, waste your time pitying me instead. Not much happened today. I went to school and it was okay. French was the most difficult and we didn't even give our presentation. Afterschool at the bus stop was nice cause Preeyah is much heart <3. And I guess she's going to be sticking 'round this weekend. So as a result, tomorrow is crammed. AP review in the morning, followed by Sabrina's party, then Pria and Katie are staying the night. Oy. Much tired.

   

Mari and I went out for some delicious Jamba Juice today, and reminisced about the old times.
Then she gave me some really exciting gum from germany. :)

[ Lisa Loeb - Everyday ]

O-kay, I guess if you wanna read about how much fun we had last night, you can check out Preeyah or Katie's blog. I wanna add something about Allie but I know Katie's gonna relay it, so I'll refrain. London, London. Oh Katie has good taste. So nice to see someone with taste. Preeyah likes anything that is ... mmm I don't know. There's a word I want and it's a distasteful one. Anyways, people coming over this morning to watch Scooby Doo, I guess. I kind of didn't really wanna put Katie and Alex together. If it came down to 'you must choose one', I'd choose Katie, obviously, it's not even choice, let the super villian kill Alex, whatever. Understand that. But he does have movies that don't cost us any money.

I'm appairauntly not feeling in a very agreeable mood today, so I'm feeling a bit apprehensive about the things I've planned on. But it should be fun, as soon as I get over the whole 'but what did I do?' that's been bugging me.

[ Natalie Merchant - Saint Judas ]

Today was very succesful if you ask me. Okay; there's some lies I made in the past that keep getting in the way of my blissful future, but I'll deal. Color me coming-out-on-top girl for definitely sure. School stuff was school stuff. New seats in French, in the very front and center but next to Caitlane. So it all rounds out. After school I went shopping with Katie and bought new shoes. It had been too long and I went a little overboard. Then I came home and did home stuff. Oh yeah, Pria, don't think I forgot to check. I'm making you QUEEN of the Super Cool Lesbian Club. [ It's a socialist monarchy henceforth said decision. ] And now I've gotta get all rested up for the AP mock tomorrow.

A cold shower, Alanis Morissette, and ten pages of David Sedaris later, I realized what was bothering me. Something really really stupid. Stupid! Stupid. I can't stress that enough. In any case, where's Alex when I need him?

Haven't blogged in a while. Haven't been properly angsty / creative.

I took the 921 today so I could get home early and I rushed to my house only to discover I hadn't any keys. Which meant I couldn't print out my letter for Mari or get proper wrapping paper for her presents. Color me muy frustrated. And it was only by pure luck that her dad came by to pick up what I did have. I am very very going to miss her. Why does three weeks seem so long? And Colin too, my goodness.

[Tori Amos - Parasol]