Blissfully Happy
Listening: Pretty Good Year - Tori Amos
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
They say the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg, he writes letters, and burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold on to nothing as fast as you can
Well, still; a pretty good year.
In a vastly different state of mind from last night, I feel it imperative to report... today has been a very good day. Despite my late night (bed at about 6), I managed to drag myself up at 10 a.m. long enough to call Tim, tell him as politely as possible to fark off and die, and then I went back to bed and slept for another couple of hours. When I woke up, I knew it was going to be a good day; my dad was blaring Christmas music.
Despite how I spent the day studying, I actually really enjoyed myself. I was toasty warm and listening to music and I got my digital camera working finally, and I studied enough to know that I'm going to own my Linguistics exam tomorrow. I went over to my grandmother's house, too, for my dad's birthday dinner (finally; his birthday was last week). This was goodtimes. I got to talk politics with my dad and grandfather. (When I say "talk politics", I mean "babble indiscernably so they stop talking politics".) Also: my grandmother's cherry cake = life. And my sister had the entire family in fits of laughter when she reported the tale of her Babysitting Job from Hell last night.
Calling Tim was so wonderful I felt like throwing confetti. When he answered the phone, a little part of me did a jig. I had no idea whether or not he would be working today, but clearly somebody likes me. When I informed him that I would not be coming to work, he immediately demanded the reason, to which I replied "Because I have an exam tomorrow that I will almost certainly fail unless I am home to study for it. I wouldn't have to do this, but you didn't let me leave yesterday." This was followed by a prolonged silence, during which you could just hear him kicking himself. When he finally relented "Okay" and hung up on me, I did a tae-bo kick of celebration and nearly knocked over the Christmas tree in my kitchen, but whatever.
Today wasn't all peaches and rainbows, though. I woke up this morning to discover that I have pulled the muscle between my breasts. I have to be retardedly careful about which way I move my arms--just buttoning my jeans this morning brought tears to my eyes. And no, I don't know how it happened. Also, with the onset of winter, my lips are getting dry, and it won't be long before they start chapping. Ew. I'll be stocking up on Blistex.
I have effectively ruined Ben and Kelilah. If you will direct your eyes to the right side of my page, you will discover that Ben now has a blog, and if you click on Kelilah's name, it will no longer take you to her Livejournal account, but instead to her new one at Blogspot. HURR PEER PRESSURE HURR.
Tomorrow is going to be filled with adventure. I'll be arriving on campus at around 8, where I'll be getting a study room and finishing up the last of my Linguistics before Ben wakes up at 9ish and messages me. After he turns up, we'll be getting breakfast at around 10:30 and chillin' out until my exam at 12. At 2, when I'm free again, I have to scoot to the Library (evil!) to meet Jam (fun!) and the rest of my English pals (happy!) so we can book a study room and bomb through the third installment in a horrendous Fiction course, That They May Face the Rising Sun (stupid!). There will be bad jokes and hilarity and possibly pictures. Then Jam wants us all to go out to dinner, which I am totally down with. Mmm, nutrition.
I am in such a delighted, Christmassy mood right now that every inch of me tingles. Maybe it's the fact that I'm listening to Tori Amos, but I'm feeling strangely euphoric. It's my favorite time of year, I'm nearly done my first semester at University, and I've met so many wonderful people that it overwhelms me a little bit. Yes, truly; it has been a pretty good year.
I'm gonna go get some sleep before I get all sappy and doe-eyed. G'night, pandas. Tomorrow is another day!
Icarus has noticed that she only posts lyrics when they suit her current situation.
Tears on the sleeve of a man
Don't wanna be a boy today
They say the eternal footman
Bought himself a bike to race
And Greg, he writes letters, and burns his CDs
They say you were something in those formative years
Hold on to nothing as fast as you can
Well, still; a pretty good year.
In a vastly different state of mind from last night, I feel it imperative to report... today has been a very good day. Despite my late night (bed at about 6), I managed to drag myself up at 10 a.m. long enough to call Tim, tell him as politely as possible to fark off and die, and then I went back to bed and slept for another couple of hours. When I woke up, I knew it was going to be a good day; my dad was blaring Christmas music.
Despite how I spent the day studying, I actually really enjoyed myself. I was toasty warm and listening to music and I got my digital camera working finally, and I studied enough to know that I'm going to own my Linguistics exam tomorrow. I went over to my grandmother's house, too, for my dad's birthday dinner (finally; his birthday was last week). This was goodtimes. I got to talk politics with my dad and grandfather. (When I say "talk politics", I mean "babble indiscernably so they stop talking politics".) Also: my grandmother's cherry cake = life. And my sister had the entire family in fits of laughter when she reported the tale of her Babysitting Job from Hell last night.
Calling Tim was so wonderful I felt like throwing confetti. When he answered the phone, a little part of me did a jig. I had no idea whether or not he would be working today, but clearly somebody likes me. When I informed him that I would not be coming to work, he immediately demanded the reason, to which I replied "Because I have an exam tomorrow that I will almost certainly fail unless I am home to study for it. I wouldn't have to do this, but you didn't let me leave yesterday." This was followed by a prolonged silence, during which you could just hear him kicking himself. When he finally relented "Okay" and hung up on me, I did a tae-bo kick of celebration and nearly knocked over the Christmas tree in my kitchen, but whatever.
Today wasn't all peaches and rainbows, though. I woke up this morning to discover that I have pulled the muscle between my breasts. I have to be retardedly careful about which way I move my arms--just buttoning my jeans this morning brought tears to my eyes. And no, I don't know how it happened. Also, with the onset of winter, my lips are getting dry, and it won't be long before they start chapping. Ew. I'll be stocking up on Blistex.
I have effectively ruined Ben and Kelilah. If you will direct your eyes to the right side of my page, you will discover that Ben now has a blog, and if you click on Kelilah's name, it will no longer take you to her Livejournal account, but instead to her new one at Blogspot. HURR PEER PRESSURE HURR.
Tomorrow is going to be filled with adventure. I'll be arriving on campus at around 8, where I'll be getting a study room and finishing up the last of my Linguistics before Ben wakes up at 9ish and messages me. After he turns up, we'll be getting breakfast at around 10:30 and chillin' out until my exam at 12. At 2, when I'm free again, I have to scoot to the Library (evil!) to meet Jam (fun!) and the rest of my English pals (happy!) so we can book a study room and bomb through the third installment in a horrendous Fiction course, That They May Face the Rising Sun (stupid!). There will be bad jokes and hilarity and possibly pictures. Then Jam wants us all to go out to dinner, which I am totally down with. Mmm, nutrition.
I am in such a delighted, Christmassy mood right now that every inch of me tingles. Maybe it's the fact that I'm listening to Tori Amos, but I'm feeling strangely euphoric. It's my favorite time of year, I'm nearly done my first semester at University, and I've met so many wonderful people that it overwhelms me a little bit. Yes, truly; it has been a pretty good year.
I'm gonna go get some sleep before I get all sappy and doe-eyed. G'night, pandas. Tomorrow is another day!
Icarus has noticed that she only posts lyrics when they suit her current situation.
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