Are you funny? TELL US A JOKE!

Regretfully, it seems as though I have adopted a lifestyle that resembles the first half of the "quiet but also a party girl at the same time" way of living.

One of these days.

There really aren't ever enough fruit snacks in one package. NEVER.

Ramones say it best.

Hey ho, let's go.

"Love is like a pigeon crapping on my heart."

I feel as though an update is necessary, although there is quite nothing to share.

I don't think I've ever been this lethargic while getting so much exercise in my life. I don't get it.

There was a flier shoved under the door today that advertised some frat's "Player Hater's Ball" featuring "Pimps and Hoes". 

I don't quite know how to respond, if a response is even necessary.

I spent the better part of 18 years housing an indifferent attitude towards video games. Now, however, Star Ocean is constantly in the back of my mind and N64 is at my fingertips and I don't even want to talk about The Sims 2 or how awesome I think that must be.

Extracurriculars sure were fun.

Dreams are weird. Especially when they feel real.

I think it's appropriate to eat now.

Hey, where's the cream filling?

So this weekend was a beautiful thing.

The girls in Grayson now know that Samm and I are not always quiet, but that we are sometimes party girls at the same time.

I don't think I've laughed so hard in a long time.

I'm embracing the chill and waiting for the foliage.

And now...an appropriate flashback.

September 19, 2003

I know one thing is for certain; I have the best friends in the world. Between the ones that I've grown up with, to those from elementary school, to those who I've known for just a short time (but feel like I've never NOT known)...I am a lucky girl. And one thing I'm grateful for is that through all of this I have been fortunate enough to have these wonderful people. I don't know what I did to deserve this; but to quote the Sound of Music: 

"I must have done something good."

Here comes the sun.

Instant lunch is a miracle.

I haven't made one new friend.

Which is fine, I really don't mind because every night the following conversation occurs:

Me: Good night, Samm.
Samm: Good night, Randy. I love you.
Me: I love you, too.

What more could you need?

My film class rocks, but it doesn't make up for the fact that it starts at 3:45 and ends at 7:30, completely going through any chance of getting decent dinner.

Hence, I am eating Instant Lunch and Premiums and Chips Ahoy, which is fine.

Instant lunch is a miracle.

I haven't made one new friend.

Which is fine, I really don't mind because every night the following conversation occurs:

Me: Good night, Samm.
Samm: Good night, Randy. I love you.
Me: I love you, too.

What more could you need?

My film class rocks, but it doesn't make up for the fact that it starts at 3:45 and ends at 7:30, completely going through any chance of getting decent dinner.

Hence, I am eating Instant Lunch and Premiums and Chips Ahoy, which is fine.

525,600

There are some things I'll never know.

And there are others that I wish I'd never learned.

I'll never forget the first day I met you, and how tiny and beautiful you were. Your Rollerblades were too big, but it didn't matter. Your eyes were big and dark and they started to smile before the rest of your face caught up.

I remember Christmases. I remember sitting alone with you, talking and laughing and eating egg salad sandwiches with anise cookies. I remember waiting for you this year. The egg salad was different.

I remember everything. The shopping, the vacations, the sleepovers, the birthday parties, family parties, and holiday parties. I remember the home movies, the games, the hide and seek, and the diving lessons. I remember the when and the where, but I'll never know why. More than anything, I remember your eyes, and how they locked into mine for what seemed like hours. They were just as big and just as dark and just as beautiful. 

I can still see them perfectly

Roommate Games.

Sammo1386: hey, do you have a first aid kit in your room?
XxDaninaXx: umm let me check.
Sammo1386: ok
XxDaninaXx: no.
Sammo1386: damn

It just doesn't seem to get old.

Hello, Vera.

I'm turning over a new leaf. I'll be damned if I spent the last 2 years building up lost confidence just to have it deteriorate in 4 measly days.

I need to get theatre back into my life. 

I need to draw from the qualities I admire in my friends and use them to help me not turn into a hermit.

But if I were to continue being a hermit, at least I could hermit in a beautiful dorm, complete with a FUN roommate and a bamboo sprig named Stella who gets her groove back every 2 days when I feed her raspberry lime seltzer.

I'm going to go read to the cabbages.

My last day babysitting the Spazianis went well. Three years is a long time. I think I grew attatched. It's sad because they're moving to North Carolina and I'll probably never see them again. 

Roomie and I had a great little date. We shopped the dollar menu, enjoyed some McDonalds and Ruby Red, and did ourselves a little project. We now have the most kickass dorm phone you ever did see. It's flourescent pink. With icons. My dad called it a Hot Line.

Kristina, Page, and I went to Moosetracks, got ourselves frozen things and Coffee Cards, and proceeded to have a coffee shop moment. It was beautiful. And it was also the only way to follow an uneasy lecture given on the ride TO Moostracks BY Page about how life as we know it only has about 50 more years before it's all over in a hellish whirlwind of division and divinity.

While driving today, alone in my car, listening to Magic 106.7, A New Day by the great Celine Dion graced the waves. My instant reaction was glancing at the passanger seat, awaiting the ecstaic grin of a certain redhead and then being forced to proceed to sing loudly and Celiney "All By Myself".

I have pictures in frames and thoughts in my head and love in my heart.