* s t a r d u s t a g a i n s t a p a l e s k y *

A falling star is a phenomenon to an adult and magic- a miracle- to a child. Who's right? Things are what you define them. So who am I? I guess it's up to you...

2.04.2005

*Maybe Just Be Happy For A While*

If I were a month, I'd be: April
If I were a day of the week, I'd be: Friday
If I were a time of day, I'd be: 3 AM (i must be lonely :-()
If I were a planet, I'd be: Mars
If I were a sea animal, I'd be: A dolphin (!!)
If I were a direction, I'd be: down
If I were a piece of furniture, I'd be: a lounge chair
If I were a sin, I'd be: the opposite of gluttony
If I were a phrase, I'd be: Understanding is the root of all evils
If I were a liquid, I'd be: cherry Coke!!
If I were a tree, I'd be: a weeping willow
If I were a bird, I'd be: a penguin
If I were a ...flower, I'd be: one of those big white ones that they always sell individually
If I were a kind of weather, I'd be: a warm nighttime breeze
If I were a mythical creature, I'd be: tinkerbell
If I were a musical instrument, I'd be: a piano
If I were an animal, I'd be: a kitty
If I were a color, I'd be: macaroni and cheese orange
If I were an emotion, I'd be: desire
If I were a vegetable, I'd be: green
If I were a sound, I'd be: an alarm clock that forgets to go off
If I were an element, I'd be: wind
If I were a ...car, I'd be: a toyota Rav4 2001 in blue
If I were a song, I'd be: story of a girl
If I were a movie, I'd be: ten things i hate about you
If I were a food, I'd be: pizza
If I were a place, I'd be: la serena, Salinas, Puerto Rico
If I were a material, I'd be: paper
If I were a taste, I'd be: bittersweet
If I were a scent, I'd be: breathless
If I were a word, I'd be: tired
If I were an object, I'd be: cheese
If I were a body part, I'd be: a belly button (pretty useless :-\)
If I were a facial expression, I'd be: concern
If I were a part of a house, I'd be: the bedroom
If I were a subject in school, I'd be: math
If I were a cartoon character, I'd be: patty mayonaise
If I were a shape, I'd be a: diamond
If I were a number, I'd be: twelve


Well, I'm awake. It's 1131.. my class is at 150. I wish it was like this every day (althought, admittedly, my other days are not that much worse). I could get up and study the books that i was actually studying last night.. or I could just lay in my bed until the last minute, jump in the shower and take too long doing my hair, and then jump out and run and be late for philosophy. I'd like a philosopher to take a stab at why I am the way I am about things like this.

Anyways, I miss my puppy a lot. My parents said they'd send me pictures but they don't know how to use the camera on the computer and even so, they don't have email addresses anymore because they can't handle that we got rid of AOL. Old people are funny cuz they learn something on the computer and they get very stuck in their ways. They don't understand that AIM is the same because it doesn't come up in a little window and make the phone line busy. *rolls eyes*

So I have this poetry class on tuesdays and thursdays that i had orginally planned to sign up for with mike. and now that i sat there a whole day yesterday it occured to me that there are three sets of couples in that class. Unfortunately, everyone seems pretty serious about actually liking and interpreting that crap (we didn't have a lesson yesterday because we had at least an hour-long dicussion on whether or not poetry should be interpreted by ourselves or if we should try to interpret it the way the author meant it to be) and I know that it's going to be death. Although, I have to admit, I was happy about the discussion because if it continues throughout the semester, she can throw away her lectures and have us write opinion papers, which are completely subjective and I'd actually pass.

So yea, the couples thing in that class really ticks me off. Plus the "whose pants are these?" girl is in that class and her voice is like nails on a chalkboard, not to mention the professors voice who sounds like .. "a million selfless breezes slowly motioning toward the sun" That's the best way I can describe it-- overly flowery and breathy.

Mike I dreamed about our place. You know, the place we always drive to. It was in my dream last night. I can't remember it specifically but I woke up this morning really wanting to go there. really wanting to. I wish it wasn't so cold but maybe we can just visit it while youre here. :-) I wish it wasn't a Monday so I could come home with you for the weekend, but I'll wait til everythings settled to barge in on your new home :-)

I feel like I should be doing something, but I didn't even have philosophy work and my papers handed in early in that class (i didn't know it was early, i promise you) and it's the only class i have before the weekend.

Anyways I'm getting used to Michael's not being around. I'm not always looking for him around campus and in lottie and even, when i go to the elevator, down his hallway. I could be found waiting for him to come out to the Grantham 3rd lounge this week, and on one occasion calling his room to ask why he wasn't here during visiting hours. Don't worry, I hung up before Pete or your guitar-playing replacement picked up. I'm such a loser.

Someone called this morning at 830 AM. Then Ben called a bit later, so it was probably him. The question is why would someone of such high intelligence who knows my roommates so well call this dorm room that sleeps until after twelve every single day we can at 830AM.

Someone with malicious intent is all I have to say. lol

It didn't even wake me up though. I remember dreaming that it was Alicia's Alarm clock though.

I feel really sick. I have to work on my eating habits. I literally have no stomach now. It's gotten so small that one slice of pizza makes me feel full and about to explode. It hardly ever growls anymore. I hardly ever eat anymore. If it wasn't an essential, I'd just say screw it. But yeah... I have to lay down for a while now every time i eat in hopes that it will stay in my stomach. I really want to go on a strawberries and grapes and water binge.

Please don't change...

I miss my Shannon. A LOT!

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