In two weeks I'm calling Tumnus to see what he thinks. I don't care anymore what anyone else thinks. Well, except Emily. I know I'm a rebound. I know I look just like his ex. But in two weeks I'll find out if he wants me. I can't believe myself. Only wanting someone because I know he wants me. I'm turning into Stephanie Wilson in more ways ( Read more... )

Colleen: You're playing good music today.
Lucy: That's the most back-handed compliment ever.
Colleen: It's passive-aggressive.
Lucy: Wow. Damn.
Colleen: It's good because I don't know it.
Lucy: You don't know any of my other music.
Colleen: Yes, but this isn't crazy psychopath music.

I wrote the first two paragraphs of the following in February and never posted them. I guess I thought they were incomplete ( Read more... )

Word from PSAC due anytime now...

...checking email obsessively...

...must check email...

My homage to Will Rogers Junior High pep band of 1997 and '98 (and in particular my hommies of the last two rows, the flutes and clarinets ( Read more... )

All you fellas leave your girl with her friends ( Read more... )

Last week I got a letter from PSAC (The Prospective Student Advisory Committee, the people who suck up to high school seniors) declaring me one of their outstanding volunteers of the year, and inviting me to their volunteer appreciation barbeque. I found this pretty silly because, as mentioned in a previous entry, PSAC has told me that I am the ( Read more... )

What various people think my name is ( Read more... )

( An unnecessarily long rant about friendship )

I've been trying to get KRSC to play this awesome Patty Larkin song forever. It's called "Inside Your Painting" and includes the lyrics "You're playing harmonica/I'm reading erotica." Every once in a while I'll send an email to their request email address. Once I got a reply the next day that the system had been down and they didn't get the ( Read more... )