Everywhere I go

So tempted to move to Austin, Texas next summer.

And I couldn't tell you why.

I almost cried in front of my professor today.

Awesome.

I am waiting for the 25 bus on the corner of 19th and Willamette. It is a beautiful summer nite.

I hope to get home in a hurry to get ready to go to the infamous 80's Nite with a whole gaggle of my closet girl friends from school.I am really excited to say the least.

For most people I think that the excitement is lost on them. This is the first time since junior year, and occasional moments during senior year of high school that people want my company. It's hard to get used to. I had it to an extent in the dorms, but it always seems to be because of circumstance not sincerity. So, fuck yeah I am jazzed.

I think I am going to do a huge currently listening to post highlighting the musical amazingness of the likes of Lady Gaga, Girltalk, and The Knife.

Yes, I am that fucking hipster.

I have SCA websites bookmarked. On My phone's web browser.

Epic.

Today is my darling friend, Kristin, thesis defence. I am bummed I am working because I would go in a heart beat to support her and cheer her on.

But tonite we're going to go out and celebrate everything at 80's nite. Thea and Katie are coming as well.I am excited to get drunk. Ohhh, me. Then tomorrow we're going to table for S4C at the EMU.


I enjoy updating LJ on the go, from my phone, even if typing is tedious. Kristin would be proud.

I keep seeing women who are crying. It's like it was in winter when I kept seeing blind people everywhere I went.

I never did figure out if it meant anything or not. Maybe it all does in perspective.

I remember this one time my financial aide got messed up for spring term 05 at RCC. I got so distraught that I started to cry on my walk home. And this sweet girl my age asked me what was wrong and if I needed anything. I choked out that everything was ok and I crossed the street and called my mom to come and get even though we only lived a 10 minute walk away.

The woman who was crying on the bus just got off by forcing the back doors open. I looked into the Albertson's car park to see this guy take off running and she chased him. The plot of meaning thickens.

I think I need to buy a beautiful tea cup to drink out of. With a saucer, of course.

I am really excited for this term, words cannot describe.


But I am already so busy. It's strange.

I have a sinus infection.

To battle it I have to take a shit load of amoxicillin.

Going to the coast.

The End.

My hair dryer died thus morning. No smoke, no Swan Song. It was working fine then I turned it off and when I went to use it again nothing happened.

I have asthma, officially. I have the puffers (yes, I have more than one, two to be exact) and such.

Not much else.

I can smell spring.

Aine, the Irish goddess of fearies, fertility, and the sun sounds like an amazing Beltane goddess!

2 of my favorite songs and videos of the year so far, sorry they won't embed:

Adele:  Chasing Pavements--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qz7vGW2_5c0

Please notice the amazing side walk dancing.

Girl's Generation:  Gee--

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nHZ36zQMEv8

(Has subtitles)

Because you can't go wrong with nine cute Korean girls singing about a first love and dancing while wearing bright yellow short shorts.

I fucking love pop music.

Goddammit I am still young.

I moved!!!!

I now live in the South Eugene Hills!

o_jack   we're pretty much neighbors!

Our apartment was broken into last nite.  While we were sleeping.

They took Aaron's TV, X-Box 369, Nintendo Wii, Nintendo DS, mobile, his wallet...

They took my lap top, debit card and Target credit card.

We woke up around 11 am and Aaron came out to find the place had been ransacked.  They didn't trash the place though.  They broke in through the kitchen window hat they opened from the outside.  An officer came out and took finger prints and such.

I just feel so violated.

Happy holidays to us!

 
I did something with my hair.

My mom some how thinks I am 'offensive' and 'selfish' because I don't like babies.

Kevin and Matt are visting from Australia.

The End.

While I have been in Medford I made my first dress for the SCA.

The End.

My undereye circles looked a lot lighter this morning.

The ending theme to 'The Boondocks' makes me terribly nostalgic, yearning for my first year in Eugene back.

I haven't seen a Heidi Montag or Spencer Pratt post of candids or an interview on Oh No They Didn't for far too long. 

I am starting to feel empty.