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|Wednesday, January 11th, 2006|
I confess that in 2005 I...
( ) found my 1 n' only
( ) stayed single the whole year.
( ) got your first kiss
(x) kissed someone new
( ) made-out for the first time
(x) made-out in/on a car
(x) kissed in the snow
(x) kissed in the rain
(x) fell in love
( ) fell in love with a fool
( ) had your heart broken
(x) broke someone else's heart
(x) had a stalker
(x) have a good relationship with someone
( ) questioned your sexual orientation
( ) came out of the closet
( ) gotten pregnant
( ) gotten someone else pregnant
( ) had an abortion
( ) gotten married
( ) had a divorce
( ) had a gay marriage
( ) kissed someone of the same sex
(x) dated someone you'll never forget
(x) done something you've regretted
( ) lost your love
( ) lost faith in love
( ) kissed under miseltoe
( ) got a promotion
( ) got a pay raise
(x) changed jobs
( ) lost your job
(x) quit your job
( ) dated a co-worker
( ) dated your boss
( ) dated your boss' daughter/son
( ) got fired from your job
(x) got straight A's
(x) met one teacher you really like
(x) met one teacher you really hated
( ) found the subject you love
( ) failed a class
(x) cut class
(x) skipped school
( ) got into a fight with a classmate
(x) did something you were proud of
(x) discovered a new talent
(x) gave the teachers a reason to teach (as always... ha ha)
(x) proved yourself an idiot
( ) embarassed yourself in front of the class
( ) fell in love with a teacher
( ) got a lead in the school play
( ) made a varsity team
( ) made junior varsity team
(X) were involved in something you'll never forget
( ) got sent to the office
(X) painted a picture
(X) wrote a poem
( ) ran a mile
(x) listened to music you couldn't stand
( ) skinny-dipped
(X) went to a sleepover
( ) went to camp
( ) threw a surprise party
(X) laughed till you cried
( ) laughed till you peed in your pants
( ) flirted shamelessly
(x) visited a foreign country
(x) visted a foreign state (Texas... definitely a foreign state)
(x) cooked a disasterous meal
(x) lost something important to you
(x) got a gift you adore
(x) realized something new about yourself
(x) went on a diet
( ) tried to gain weight
(x) dyed your hair
(x) came close to losing your life
( ) someone close to you died
(x) went to a party
(x) drank alcohol
(x) drank alcohol underage
(x) tried drug(s)
(x) got drunk.....but still under control
( ) got arrested
(x) read a great book
(x) saw a great movie
( ) saw a movie so scary that it made you cry
(x) saw your favorite band/artist live
(x) saw someone famous in person (Conor Oberst? :D)
(x) did something you want to tell everyone Current Mood: okay
|Friday, November 25th, 2005|
Highlights from the past few weeks or so:
-Bright Eyes (!!!) concert November 11th at the Orpheum. It was basically the highlight of my life thus far. Benjy and I didn't accomplish our plan of having a threesome with Conor, though. Damn.
-Random drunkeness on weeknights. Once my student ID card ended up in a toilet in the University Village dorms, and I have no idea how.
-Drunkeness of the weekends. I went to a devil/angel themed party with Sam and Steph. It would have been more fun if there were less people, but more of them were in costume. You had to push your way through mobs of people just to get anywhere, especially the beer.
-Learning the fantastic news that Benjy is moving to Omaha :) :) I will no longer have to cry myself to sleep every night because I'm lonely.
-Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire last weekend! It was awesome, and much better than the third, I thought.
-Kearney for Thanksgiving. I'm still here and will stay until Sunday, or Saturday night, if the weather is supposed to be bad. Tonight I'm going to Harry Potter (yes, again) with Amber and Alex. I'm excited, we haven't hung out in ages.
-Last night I got a freaking ticket for "following to close" (that is how the police officer wrote it... it should be "following too closely"... dumbass). A maniac in a minivan was driving 25 mph an hour on a 50 mph road, and kept speeding up and slowing down. Well, he finally slammed on his brakes near the stop sign, and I rear-ended him, but not very hard at all. It didn't do any damage to his car or mine, except that my license plate holder is cracked (but still functional). He gets out of his car fuming, immediately calls the police, and acts like I was trying to murder him. He accused me of drinking, endangering the lives of his family members in his car, and being a bad person in general. I'm pretty sure he was throwing all the blame on me to cover up for his own shitty driving. I told my mom about it and she thinks he was probably drinking himself, and he was being so accusatory to take the attention away from himself. She may be right. When I told him I was sorry, he said, "No you aren't. You wouldn't be driving like that if you were." And, "how much have you been drinking?" me: "I haven't been drinking." Jackass: "And you're still driving like that? I have two kids in the car, you just endangered my life and my family's. I hope you have a family some day so you can learn some resposibility."
Yeah. Some people just shouldn't be allowed to reproduce. I hope his kids grow up to be liberals... that would show him! Ha! Getting the ticket itself didn't make me that upset, even though I didn't deserve it. I wasn't tailgating him, he slammed on his brakes too quickly. But, some people are just plain ignorant and evil, and it upsets me. Damn them all.
On a happier note, December 22nd I'm going to see The Good Life at Sokol Underground (probably my most favorite place to be, ever). Yessss. Current Mood: okay
|Friday, November 4th, 2005|
|Sunday, October 23rd, 2005|
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is what I spent the majority of my weekend working on. Why make friends when I have charcoal pencils? Current Mood: artistic
|Thursday, September 1st, 2005|
|What is this, a house for ANTS?!
College students at UNO are strange. And by strange I mean all the same. They all feel the need to talk into their cell phones if they're walking to class alone. It shouldn't surprise me, but it still does when I walk through campus and seriously half of the students walking by are talking into cell phones. When they get to their class, they feel the need to be quiet. There's always this vast silence in the hall while we're waiting for the class already in the room to get out. And if you say something to break the silence, people look at you weird. I just don't understand these people.
I also think that the only reason people can go through with suicide is because humans can't comprehend the idea of infinity or eternity. When you think of committing suicide you think of how people will react when you die. But you won't be there to see it. When I think of death, I think of lying in a coffin in the ground and sleeping and never waking up. But even in the corner of mind, there's a thought that one day I'll wake up. I think if we could understand the vastness of eternity our minds would explode.
On Tuesday I have an interview for a work-study, finally. It's for a group called America Reads and my job would be to go to elementary schools to help kids who are having trouble with reading. I really hope I get the job, and it pays $8.00 an hour, so that would be especially nice. I'd get to be like Zoolander and help kids who can't read good, YAY. Current Mood: lonely
|Thursday, August 11th, 2005|
|I went scanner-crazy.
About a month ago I bought a laptop and combination printer/scanner... and just now I am hooking up the printer/scanner for the first time :P So here are a bunch of photos from Costa Rica... and other random things.( mucho masCollapse )
P.S. Last night was my last day working at Wendy's (!!!). Sunday I turn eighteen, and next Thursday I move to Omaha. My, my, everything is changing so quickly. Current Mood: chipper
|Monday, July 11th, 2005|
|Sometimes I can't help but write bad songs...
She has dreams so lovely, they make her cry
She struggles against her bedsheets
While she prays that she might die
Because with all happiness lost, only a fraction is gained
People grow older, but the world stays the same
She wanted to define the universe with a pen
She wanted to create
But figured all efforts are wasted
As all people are doomed to the same fate.
One day an old man waved and tipped his hat
As she sauntered down the street
He grabbed her arm, said "listen ma'am"
And he began to sing-
"To be good or bad, to live or die
It's really all the same
The stars will forever shine, the waters always flow
But boredom, strife and pain
Will eternally remain."
A young man walks into a crowded store
Guns held firmly in both hands
The people just smile and shake their heads
And laugh at his demands
A woman with a child steps out and says-
"Is threatening to kill us all
The best that you can do?
It's really not a punishment
If you knew what we've been through
Just do it now, just do it please
We'll love you from our graves
I thank you and adore you, sir
For coming here today."
The crowd bends down on their knees
And shout, "My Savior! My King!"
The young man shrugs and aims his guns
As they being to sing-
"To be good or bad, to live or die
It's really all the same
The stars will forever shine, the waters always flow
But boredom, strife and pain
Will eternally remain." Current Mood: strangely good
|Monday, June 13th, 2005|
|The only difference between suicide and martyrdom is press coverage.
Hey kiddos, how are ya? It's been exactly a week since I've returned from Costa Rica, and still no update on my part. Bad Anna. Hopefully my computer won't freeze for the umpteenth time.
Costa Rica... it's so much different from here, and yet so similar. The culture is so different, and yet there are still trees, the sun, the moon, and people. It's not Mexico, either. There are colones, not pesos, and the food is rather bland, not spicy. We went on a hike through the rainforest, which is beautiful. There were monkeys swinging around outside the trees at one of our hotels. I really liked the city of San Jose. Even though there was trash everywhere, there were still gorgeous buildings and gorgeous mobs of people. I liked the Spanish and funny Engrish graffiti. The drinking age is 18, and certainly not well-enforced. Those were some good times. The natives definitely do not like tourists. I wouldn't either, if I were them. We came there wasting our wads of money like it's toilet paper, while they work like mad all day and live in tiny houses.
Pretty much everything is outdoors in Costa Rica. Well, there are walls, but not really any doors. Which means no air-conditioning, and lots of fans. There were always stray dogs in all the towns/cities that would sit at your feet while you were eating in a restaurant. If you'd pet one or give it food, it would follow you around for the rest of the day. We stayed a few nights by an active volcano that would erupt several times a day. That was really spiffy. It was very hot and humid, and yes, I got tan and sunburned. The beaches had wonderful scenery, and big waves. I almost drowned a few times, but everything ended up okay. Every store in every town was practically the same, and by the same, I mean very touristy. Oh yeah, we found a condom on the beach, and a few paces later were offered a smoke by random Costa Ricans. We declined. Yo no fumo.
But mostly, my life has changed quite a bit because of the trip. Not because Costa Rica is life-changing, but because of the other Kearneyites who came. And as it turns out... Jason and I have broken up. I know you're probably reading this right now, and everything will be okay, won't it? It will, I promise.
I have plenty of other things to write about, and maybe will write about, later. Current Mood: peaceful
|Friday, May 27th, 2005|
I'm all packed (mostly), and I leave tomorrow. Not that it really matters to The LiveJournal World, since I rarely update :). But I will miss reading my friends page, a lot. Perhaps when I return from my trip I will have interesting experiences to write about. Have a nice week! Current Mood: anxious
|Saturday, May 14th, 2005|
|3 more days of school. 7 days 'til graduation.
The other day I was watching tv and saw a commercial for Mastercard, I think, where the "priceless" part at the end was about developing children's imaginations. It made me think about how sad it is that such stress is put on developing the imaginations of kids, only to have them taken away a few years later. Most of them will end up having office jobs or do menial labor. And of course it's cute when a five-year-old has an imaginary friend, but oh no, not a forty-three-year-old or a seventeen-year-old. Pssh. It almost seems silly that such stress is put on developing creativity in kids when it's seized by the time they're thirteen. I'm almost surprised that the entire fantasy genre hasn't been banished like in The Martian Chronicles
. But then again, I am cynical.
Six days after I graduate, I'm off for Costa Rica. I'll only be there eight days. Is it silly that my biggest concern is that I'll get a tan?? I love being outside, but it would be scary if I actually went from pasty white to somewhat tan. That hasn't happened since I was about eleven and played outside every day in the summer. I must bring extra sunscreen.
And for the rest of the summer... who knows. I'll still have my job at Wendy's, and when I don't have work I hope I'll have at least as much fun as last summer. Current Mood: pleased
|Friday, April 29th, 2005|
1. Leave me a comment saying, "Interview me."
2. I will respond by asking you five questions. I get to pick the questions.
3. You will respond in my livejournal comments and update your LJ (if you have one) with the answers to the questions.
4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the same post.
5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.Here's what I was asked by 1moreupdownyear:
1. Do you believe in the Six Degrees of Separation?
I definitely had to google the Six Degrees of Separation to find out what that is, haha. I don't think I buy it. I think there are too many people in the world for everyone
to be connected by six degrees. For example, a person living in an African tribe who never traveled more than 50 miles from where they were born probably wouldn't have too many outside connections. I think it could be true for a lot of people, but not everyone.
2. Do you consider yourself a moral person?
I do consider myself a moral person, although I'm sure there are others who wouldn't. I certainly don't have old-fashioned morals and values, but I do have my own morals that I apply to my life and stick to them... most of the time.
3. What's something that always makes you cry?
It always makes me cry when I've been in a completely unfair situation. Like if someone starts screaming at me when I haven't done anything wrong, or if I get wrongfully blamed for something. It wouldn't make me cry if I've intentionally done something wrong, but otherwise it feels like someone is making a personal attack at me just to be cruel. It's kind of childish for me to cry at things like that, but I still do.
4. What's your house going to be like when you get older?
I like this question a lot because I've thought about it so many times on different occasions. I have two different versions: one is my idealistic version for if I have a big house and a lot of money, and the other is my more realistic version where I'm in a comfortable yet cozy apartment.
First version: '60s mod space-age theme without the sterile, bare look. I'd like have one of those spiral staircases and an egg chair. There would be a lot of bright colors, but I'd also want a room with completely black walls. I'd like to give each of the bedrooms a theme and paint murals on all the walls. Either that or I'd like to live in a big, old, haunted-looking house with a tower. I have eclectic taste in styles, so it's hard to decide what I'd want most.
Second version: apartment filled with lawn gnomes and hand-made art. The furniture would all be from second-hand stores but I'd decorate it buy gluing on feathers, buttons etc. If I couldn't paint murals on the walls, I would make huge collages that would take up entire walls in rooms.
5. Describe five things that would need to be present for you to feel like you were in hell.
1. Spiders crawling all over me, the thought just makes me shiver.
2. People who continually wrongfully accuse me of things.
3. Cannibals who eat your apendages while you're still alive and make you watch. After that one woman telling her story about that in Sin City
, I thought "that'd be hell."
4. A loud, high-pitched sound that never stops.
5. Torture and others being tortured, how cliche. Current Mood: headache
|Thursday, April 21st, 2005|
About an hour ago it was pouring rain with lightning and thunder, and now the clouds have cleared and it's pleasantly sunny. I don't like it.
I graduate from high school in approximately 19 days (not counting weekends). The thought both excites and scares me tremendously. I found out not too long ago that I got into the dorms at UNO, which makes me very happy. The dorms are brand new and there aren't very many. Only about 15% of students at UNO get to stay in the dorms. There are four individual bedrooms, two bathrooms, and a full kitchen in a "unit". There are free cable and high-speed internet connections. Most people have to make a few sacrifices when they go to college, but I'm going to be living in better conditions than I am now. Lucky me. It's also great that the dorms aren't tremendously expensive. They cost almost the same as living in the old, shabby dorms at the university here in Kearney.
I've come to the conclusion that my wardrobe could easily be mistaken for that of a twelve-year-old. A very tall twelve-year-old, yes, but a twelve-year-old nonetheless. Today I am wearing a black shirt with pink polka dots and a cute little cartoon kitten on the front, a black belt with stars, jeans, my multi-colored, peace sign chuck taylors and pigtails in my hair. My room could be mistaken for that of late-elementary, early-middle-school girl's room as well. All the stuffed animals, the baby blue walls with clouds, the large Harry Potter and unicorn posters. I think that when I'm forty I'll still have unicorn bedsheets. Oh. Yes. Current Mood: nerdy
|Tuesday, March 22nd, 2005|
|My career choice.
I think maybe I should just join a hippie commune. I'm sure they have them in California or Arizona or Idaho or somewhere. When people ask what I do, I could say "I'm a Hippie". Really, it's a career choice that makes sense for me. I wouldn't have to deal with Corporate America and The Man, which I loathe. I'm already a vegetarian and have long hair. I make hemp jewelry and my own handbags with trippy fabric and know how to tie-dye. I could sell my items as "Authentic Hippie Wear" to tourists. I'm not a pothead and don't know how to crochet, but I could learn, I suppose. I could also crochet hats and not wash my hair, like Jason says his cousin in California does. I wouldn't have to worry about money or jobs or cars and get to stay outside all day and sleep in log cabins and grow everything I eat. I wonder if people in hippie communes have to pay taxes? If they do, I suppose my Authentic Hippie Wear money would cover that. I might miss computers and technology a bit, but if I had a Scrabble board and challenging opponents, I think I'd be okay. Current Mood: crazy
|Monday, March 14th, 2005|
|Uh-oh, it's Politican Mode time.
While sitting at my computer thinking of what to write for a scholarship sponsored by my old elementary school, I realized that everything I wrote would be a lie. And that scholarships are filled with bullshit, and whoever is the best bullshitter gets the money. At least for this specific scholarship, that is. The persons who sucks up the most and invents the most elaborate lies wins the prize. Just like politicians ! Heh.
Example question:Please highlight your activities that demonstrate your dedication to
Meadowlark's code of conduct/citizenship. (Create an environment that fosters
mutual respect, inspire love of learning, expect excellence)
Wtf. When I attended Meadowlark, there was no such code of conduct/citizenship. I remember cranky teachers yelling. The cafeteria ladies yelling. The principal yelling. Getting yelled at for not doing the macarena with everybody else. Getting rude looks from the student teacher for correcting her spelling. The principal's 20-minute speech on why you shouldn't stick your fingers or other objects into electrical outlets (well... I guess that was kind of useful).
It's a good thing I'm not so bad at making things up, because I'll have to go into Politician Mode to win this $250. Gaaaaaaah. I'd really like to tell the truth in this scholarship, but I need the money. Damn.
I had an interesting weekend. I quit my job at Wendy's... and then got it back today when I went to turn in my uniform XP. A long story short, I was sick of work and made a rash decision. My method of quittting consisted of not going to work Saturday and when my manager called to ask where I was, I said I was sick. Then he started to bitch, and I said I quit. I went to turn in my uniform this afternoon and everyone was really nice to me. The head manager asked me if I was sure I wanted to quit... and I said no. Because I really didn't, and working there isn't that bad. I told him I didn't want to work those eight hour shifts anymore. Those killed me. And he said okay. So it's all good. I guess.
In my state of unemployment this weekend, I made a really nifty small messenger-bag-sort-of-thing! Since I was planning on having free weekends for awhile, I thought about making bags and t-shirts and hemp jewelry and whatnot and selling them on Ebay. That sounds silly, but I think that would actually be really neat. I will probably still do that eventually, just for the fun of it. Because I love making things, but don't have the desire/enough room space to keep everything I make. My dad's cousin Eddy actually makes a living off of selling things on Ebay. He crochets potholders (no, not for weed, but the things you use to take things from the oven when they're hot) and sells them under the name of Ms. Bambi Velour. Anyway, I would post a picture of my ultra-nifty bag, but for some reason my digital camera isn't working. I think it might just be the cable that connects it to the computer that has a glitch, actually. Ah well.
My senior prom is this weekend. I can't honestly say that I share the excessive excitement of all the other girls at school, but I'm looking forward to it nonetheless. My dress is white with black polka dots, and I'm going to do my hair and makeup very retro-y '50s/'60s-like. That too would be fun to post pictures of. I should hurry and fix my camera/cable.
Toodles. Current Mood: not too bad
|Tuesday, March 8th, 2005|
|Anna's Incoherent Introspections of the Evening
This whole "existence" thing must be a big joke. I hope someone or something somewhere is having a good laugh by now.
I am not allowed to think, nor am I allowed to meet the criminal government agent who oppresses me.
I drink milk, but I'm not proud.
These gigantic bubbles that fall from the sky will forever intrigue me.
Is a nightmare still a nightmare if you know it scares you, and it does, yet you're convinced it didn't?
My theory that pandas communicate through bamboo really could be true. Really, it could.
I agree with Jason that it's sexist that only men can be metrosexual. I mean, this is the twenty-first century. C'mon, equal rights, people.
I find the story with the fourteen pairs of yellow shoes, the alligator who expires, and a pinstriped suit to be inspiring.
A plain white piece of paper looks like an overcast day.
The only explanation I can think of is that children's entertainment contains subliminal messages. Current Mood: content
|Wednesday, March 2nd, 2005|
|I feel good.
Odd Little Random Things I Love:
-The smell of pipe tobacco. It reminds me of summer evenings and my dad when we lived in Ralston.
-Wearing kneesocks and pigtails.
-Sunsets. How cliché, but still beautiful.
-Popping pimples. I have a strange fascination with acne.
-Anything British, or anything that seems British, like Edward Gorey's art/writing.
-Old people who are still young at heart.
-Sneaking out in the middle of the night in the summer and going to the park to stargaze.
-When people enjoy my artwork.
-Eccentric, strange people.
-Big, haunted-looking houses.
-The crazy dreams I have. This last week I dreamed I had a siamese twin. I also dreamed that I could make the Undead truly alive again by correctly guessing their names.
-The way I can remember miniscule details from years and years ago.
-Finding rare items at thrift stores.
-The look people get on their faces when I tell them all the places I've traveled.
-Finding toadstools and squishing them.
-Lawn gnomes. (Obviously.)
-The good feeling of accomplishment I get after finishing something creative.
-Laying on my living room floor while looking at the ceiling.
-Secret places. Treehouses in wooded areas, and old abandoned houses are what I dream of just coming across one day. Current Mood: happy
|Monday, February 7th, 2005|
|Dreams, Death, and Jesus
In my dream, I was in a house made completely of glass. There was a fountain in the middle, where I sat on the edge and talked on the phone to an old friend. She didn't really want to talk to me, and ended the conversation after about a minute. I jumped into the fountain and grabbed a bag of coins at the bottom. A hand suddenly reached into the fountain and pulled me out and told me that stealing is wrong. I screamed, and ran away, knowing that whatever pulled me out of the water would be coming after me. However, I made it outside and watched through the glass as the "evil" being smashed everything in the house.
The scene changed, and I was in a basement lined with red velvet on all the walls. I walked into a room with trippy '70s-style wallpaper and more velvet and found the people I work with at Wendy's hanging out and playing guitars. They asked how I had found their secret hideout, and said it was okay if I stayed. I noticed that their guitars looked vintage. I asked why their guitars were so old, and their reply was that because their hideout is really a time machine. They then left the room, while I sat on the velvet and noticed a tape player with incredibly oversized buttons. I pushed one of buttons, and the room I was in changed into a bedroom in a basement. I knew I had gone back in time to the '70s, and my thoughts were confirmed when my mom walked into the room... at the age of fourteen. She said I looked remarkably familiar, and asked what my name was. I told her it was Annabelle, hoping that she'd hear the name and name me that instead of merely "Anna" when the time came in the future. I walked up the stairs and found myself in my grandfather's house where I walked out the front door... and then woke up.
I think I've seen Back To The Future too many times.
Saturday night a guy in my class died in a car accident. It's scary that it happened only a block away from my house, and just half an hour later than when Jason drove me home from his house. Strangely, I feel bad about not
feeling bad, as much as a paradox as that seems. The guy who died was a real jerk; all the memories I have of him are when he made fun of me all the time in middle school. Still, I don't think anyone deserves to die. In his case, being paralyzed would have been deserved, but not death. It's still hard for me to imagine being swept off the earth in an instant, never living again, and it not mattering to the world. Sure, it matters to friends and families, but not to the world. In the next millennium, I think the only people from the past ones who will be remembered are Hitler and Jesus. We as people tend to think we're invincible, and no matter how many deaths we witness, we never seem to comprehend how fragile we really are. It's always "I'll do it tomorrow" and "maybe later" or "wait until you're married". Yeah, well... screw human nature. I'd like to live NOW.
Tomorrow I'm going to Lincoln for a Show Choir competition. Luckily I have my Gameboy, CD player, Starbursts, and a book to keep me entertained on the way there while the rest of the group proclaims their love for Jesus XP Current Mood: contemplative
|Sunday, January 2nd, 2005|
|Past and Future Years
Last Year (2004):
-I got my first job at Perkins, which lasted two days =D.
-In June I got my second job at Wendy's, which somehow I've managed to keep until the present.
-My grandmother died. I haven't shed a tear about it and I don't know why.
-I learned what it is to love.
-I saved up for a drum set and learned to play the drums.
-Jason and I started a two-piece band, Lumnotten. Our first real gig was the school talent show a few weeks ago :).
-Being forced to talk to people at work has caused me to break out of my shell a bit.
-I used to not care that much what people think of me, and now I don't care at all.
-I've made friends with people who have similar interests as I do, but have still managed to stay in touch with the old ones.
Really, it was a very good year. I'd say it's the best I've had so far. This year (2005):
-I graduate from high school. I can't believe this year has already come. When I was a freshmen it seemed like I'd be in high school for the rest of my life.
-In May I'm going on a choir trip to Costa Rica... I'm mucho excited.
-I'll be moving to Omaha and going to UNO. Freedom at last!... and much sadness at the same time.
This is going to be a year of big changes. Let's hope it goes well. Current Mood: nostalgic
|Saturday, December 18th, 2004|
|Coffee and Cigarettes
As much as I enjoyed it when Jack showed Meg his Tesla Coil, I especially liked it when two old men on their ten-minute work break pretended their coffee was champagne and toasted to Paris in the 1920s and New York in the late 1970s. Current Mood: thoughtful