The older I get the more I realize how much I don't like it when people leave...Even people that I'm not particularly attatched to. I wonder why. That part of my personality has always been present. As long as I can remember. humph. I am so tired. The last guy didn't leave the galleries until 10:40 tnight...Dont have to be at work til 3 tomorrow ( Read more... )

Blah? I have absolutely nothing to do this weekend, wich is rather strange... Well except a short paper and my laundry. I'll be home in six weeks!!! ... I'm in a weird mood. I do that pretty well. Now to get dressed and read Harry Potter and drink more tea.

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Comment if you read my journal?

Hope is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul,
And sings the tune--without the words,
And never stops at all,

And sweetest in the gale is heard;
And sore must be the storm
That could abash the little bird
That kept so many warm.

I've heard it in the chillest land,
And on the strangest sea;
Yet, never, in extremity,
It asked a crumb of

Which Irish Goddess Are You? (awesome pics)


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So, after four sodas, a hamburger, a bit of Bailey's (courtesy of Atileo) a rousing game of Apples to Apples and then a solid two hours of Harry Potter Trivia combined with a ridiculous ammount of sexual innuendo I'm feeling not quite ready to go to bed.

( yet another silly survey thing... )

Ticket to see Patricia Barker's Final Performance of swan lake: $ 100 ( Read more... )

Le sigh.
I'm a little bit home/people sick.
A little bit tired.
A little bit falling apart (physically)
A little bit aprehensive
freaking out
over eager
worried
confused
rushing
hungry?
dirty-don't forget that. I will shower tonight
also ice and soak
ummm
blah?

oh.

k.

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