Crankypants was the word of the day...but i'm always cranky...

It's true. I'm just totally awesome like that.

I feel accomplished, i checked out my first book at the Uni Library. *laughs* A book on Giovanni Baglione. I'm doing a formal analysis on "Sacred and Profane Love", the painting, not the concept.
I will probably be freaking out my professor with all of my opinions but that's okay ; ).

I smashed my wrist into my doorknob earlier today and it's killing me; but I had to make a choice--it was my less dominant hand or my laptop...i chose my laptop.

So, I'm in pain. But I'll live.


I can't stand that my car stereo refuses to play certain cds. I'm serious...my poor car. it's not even 4 years old but i put it through such hell. I'll need new tires soon (dad confirmed), my stereo is shot, i need new wiper blades... *sighs*

Dad has offered to pay for the stereo conversion though, after this awful christmas. (Sometimes I love guilt) I just need to actually get some estimates. I'll be kind and keep the cost down :P


But the point of that anecdote was that I bought Sufjan Steven's Illinois like forever ago, and pretty much right when I got it, I took it in Dad's car b/c i thought he'd like it. SO, however many months later, I'm like "Um hi can i have my cd back kthx" so, he makes this whole big stink about "he so gave it back" which was so untrue. So, he checks all the places and can't find it so I'm like well "you lose it you bought it", totally fair. SO he's all grumpy and then wakes up in the middle of the night with a VISION and finds it in the backseat of his pickup. *laughs* It was a good "told you so" moment.
So, on my way home today, stuck in traffic, I put it in and...it won't play past track 2. It's just doing it's stupid searching thing then "error disk whatever" so, after all that It won't play.
Fabulous.

SO, in lieu of Sufjan Stevens I put in Dan Bern's ST cd which I'd gotten back in high school and hadn't listened to in ages. So I'm listening to the first song, Jerusalem and am immediately taken back to high school, driving around in my "Not-Ex's" Car singing along.

The song starts out:

"When I tell you that I love you
Don't test my love
Accept my love, don't test my love
Cause maybe I don't love you all that much"

I remember laying around and driving around and we'd listen to this song, because it's quirky and fun, and we liked it. However I realized it described us perfectly.

After we made out, and she told me she loved me, then when I saw her next, deciding that we'd "taken a step" she took it back. Doesn't that line put it perfectly?



Now, I'd like to take the time to say, that what we've been through most definately shapes what our lives turn out to be and how we approach our relationships.



Now, to jump to the subject of Language. I hate it. It makes no sense. I quit. This class is refrickendiculous. It makes me want to cry.

To the point where I'm so very glad about the major change.

Hope you're happy Linguistics, you made me hate anthropology by association.

No. not really. but, it sounds better that way.

i am fucking exhausted.

Goodniiight.


Ps: here's to hoping that our lab isnt postponed agian on Wednesday :) I need more forensics it's keeping me sane.

Sciiiieennce Pllllzzz.

at least i have DWC tomorrow. *sighs*

xo