Today: my new overly obnoxious and far too eager 19 year old co-worker told me I had good taste in music despite the fact that I'm from Mexico.
Umm, thanks.
*smack*

Tomorrow: Lubke Farm for a few days. Farm animals, camp fire, black-eyed pea planting, no Austin. Oh yes!

Please help. I don't know what else to do.

Everything is about to change and I'm terrified.

Joshua got me two free tickets for Explosions in the Sky and Octopus Project @ Emo's tomorrow night. God bless Joshua. That is all.

EVERYONE has a hidden agenda.

Thank you Jordan for introducing me to my new love, capoeira.

This week has been a trying one. It's drained me emotionally and thus, I feel physically ill. I stayed home from work today and even though I rolled out of bed less than an hour ago, I still feel like I didn't get a wink of sleep. I wish my mom was here to console me.

I've gone about handling a situation in an utterly juvenile and inconsiderate fashion. Guilt-ridden doesn't even begin to cover it.

Ghostland Observatory officially rocks my pantalones. A gagillion thank you's to Chris for taking me to their show last night and saving me from certain death. Pictures anyone?

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Dear friends,

A most tragic thing has occured. My phone has gone to phone heaven and has taken all of my numbers along with it. Please, please, please either call or send your numbers via e-mail.

Thank you,
Cess