so why is it that i get these sudden fits to write during the ungodly (as christine would say) hours of the morning? first 8 o'clock discussion i've attended in awhile (not counting the one that was cancelled on tuesday that i stupidly woke up to go to) and this is going to sound really nerdy but after sitting there furiously taking down notes for my final, i actually felt bad for missing lecture yesterday. it was on advertising and it sounded really interesting - okay, that has to at least beat me whining about missing history lectures! so stop with the "nerdo" jokes.
i had a great weekend - 6 days at home, now that's something. actually i didn't do much, just hung around here and there but time went by so quickly i barely had a chance to sit down and reflect. besides reflecting about a certain wednesday night at a certain hollywood club in which a certain "robotic raver" nearly compelled me to slap the shit out of him. i get easily embarrassed and let's just say, i was mortified. why do those weirdos come to me? do i have a stamp on my forehead that says "welcome all freaks?" (no comments, i know you were going to make one richard) it was a fun night though, limited in people as it was (angela, christine, helen and i) - angela got hit on by all sorts of people, haha, including some drunk freak and a fob. must be the hair girl, must be the hair.
other than that, i don't think anything was as eventful. although i wish i went to see at least one movie, treasure planet or something and even though ya'll said solaris was really horrifically bad, i kinda still want to see it. i don't know, it just may be my type of movie seeing how i enjoyed traffic (okay, not so much, but it wasn't horrible).
i think angela and i were talking about how many times we want to fall in love. and we both came up with the same number. twice. the first one to sweep you off your feet and make you believe in the notion that there really is something so real about love and the second for the definitive love. the enduring, passionate, take me away and marry me, spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy sort of love. and she said something to me that i have to admit, made me cry. along the lines of "he'll wipe that cynicism away, take that away from you for good"; she said it better but - i guess when somebody does that, i'll know that i'd want to spend the rest of my life trying to make him happy the way he enveloped me with happiness. who knows, maybe i'll believe in true love after all.
but for now, i'll just be [this] as angela says. fall in love twice eh? i think the idealistic part of me wants to say i'll only fall in love once, have my heart broken badly, and then, have it made whole again by the same person. so that would make falling in love twice, just with the same person.
and i must write my BA paper. i've managed to procrastinate even more than christine. so off i go, ready to BS some crap - scheduled time of completion = the next 30 minutes. top of the morning to ya'll =)
i had a great weekend - 6 days at home, now that's something. actually i didn't do much, just hung around here and there but time went by so quickly i barely had a chance to sit down and reflect. besides reflecting about a certain wednesday night at a certain hollywood club in which a certain "robotic raver" nearly compelled me to slap the shit out of him. i get easily embarrassed and let's just say, i was mortified. why do those weirdos come to me? do i have a stamp on my forehead that says "welcome all freaks?" (no comments, i know you were going to make one richard) it was a fun night though, limited in people as it was (angela, christine, helen and i) - angela got hit on by all sorts of people, haha, including some drunk freak and a fob. must be the hair girl, must be the hair.
other than that, i don't think anything was as eventful. although i wish i went to see at least one movie, treasure planet or something and even though ya'll said solaris was really horrifically bad, i kinda still want to see it. i don't know, it just may be my type of movie seeing how i enjoyed traffic (okay, not so much, but it wasn't horrible).
i think angela and i were talking about how many times we want to fall in love. and we both came up with the same number. twice. the first one to sweep you off your feet and make you believe in the notion that there really is something so real about love and the second for the definitive love. the enduring, passionate, take me away and marry me, spend the rest of my life trying to make you happy sort of love. and she said something to me that i have to admit, made me cry. along the lines of "he'll wipe that cynicism away, take that away from you for good"; she said it better but - i guess when somebody does that, i'll know that i'd want to spend the rest of my life trying to make him happy the way he enveloped me with happiness. who knows, maybe i'll believe in true love after all.
but for now, i'll just be [this] as angela says. fall in love twice eh? i think the idealistic part of me wants to say i'll only fall in love once, have my heart broken badly, and then, have it made whole again by the same person. so that would make falling in love twice, just with the same person.
and i must write my BA paper. i've managed to procrastinate even more than christine. so off i go, ready to BS some crap - scheduled time of completion = the next 30 minutes. top of the morning to ya'll =)
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