In Which I Consider The Nature of Everything I Love

Blogger has been on the fritz all day, and this is my first opportunity to post. That made me hella anxious. I hear about the fellowship today, and I can safely say that my anxiety has been at average levels (even if I did drop a mostly full pack of cigarettes in a decently busy intersection and compensated with coffee). My inbox refreshing has been somewhere between casual and at worst, frequent. I am filled with optimistic numbness (where I don't know how to feel, but its not necessarily bad). I just don't want this to be a repeat of the TAL event all over again, where I paced my cage for two extra days and got all gross and emo. Nobody loves an emo kid.

I'd like to see Matt this weekend, but word on the street is that my old roommate/friend Jen will be up in Michigan from Mississippi this weekend. Since she's flying, I think its doubtful that she will be stopping here, but Jill says she will drive over to see her (Jen will probably stay on the east side with her family). I haven't seen Jen in about sixish months, and of course I really want to see her. I mean its not like I wouldn't be able to see Matt if we did get to hang out with Jen, but it's more a matter of wanting what I want when I want it, dammit. Three weeks is doable, but one and a half is better.

I listened to Take This To Your Grave by Fall Out Boy in its entirety today. Take from that what you will.

Aww Guster...Makes me want to dig up my copy of Lost And Gone Forever.

Let's hear it for festival season!

Either as a consolation or as a celebration, I will be getting either a new piercing or tattoo.

Mama needs a haircut. I am so close to breaking down and cutting it myself....maybe after another dye job.

Let's get tacos.