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My mother's writing group is in the other room and LOUD. I'm listening to the most inane poetry. I hate poetry. I'm just not smart or creative enough for it. But I really hate poetry like that. I don't even know how to describe it. Emo fifteen-year-olds write better even when they're mindlessly aping William Blake and Edgar Allen Poe at the same time.

Also,

memphis86 and I were talking about how if Dean were having a really bad day, Sam would be so good to him, and now I really want one. A Sam, not a bad day. Also a smoothie.

I think if the Winchester brothers were real, more than anything else, I'd want to cuddle with them. Possibly force Sam to wear spandex riding pants and leather hessians and tromp around.

Current Mood: discontent
Current Music: Mr. Jumpside - Party Ben

Just booked my flight back to school and my mom has returned from Rio. She bought me a soccer jersey. I am currently exhorting her not to stick her hand down the disposal.

Lauren: "If you stick your hand down there, I will never speak to you again!"
Mom: "I have figured out how you broke it!"
Lauren: "I didn't break it, and I told you DON'T STICK YOUR HAND DOWN THERE!"

Oh life. I'm just really paranoid about the disposal, damn it!

Current Mood: silly
Current Music: Summer is calling - Aquagen

Stayed up 'til 5 AM watching Midnight Special. God I wish we had something like that today. But then it would probably all be bands that suck anyway. Oh the state of popular music. However, young Stevie Nicks was gorgeous, albeit completely insane, as was Marc Bolan (insane, gorgeous not so much). Hee. I love classic rock. I understand now why Robert saw these and was like OHMYGOD I have to have it.

It was a good cap to my evening. Xochitl's a really good thrift store shopper, she came back with a pinstripe blazer and gold skimmers for me. I'm in love. Unfortunately I still have not located a purse that I want to wear. Christ. I'll be carrying my ratty white leather one around until the end of time.

Well, I'm leaving in a few hours, I'm going to go drink some more wine coolers.

Current Mood: tired
Current Music: Reelin' In The Years - Steely Dan

My mom is making me get my motorcycle license. Um, what? I went with her to go look at some Vespas today. There was one I really liked, but it was out of her price range. I always forget how nice Burlingame is.

I have to go back to work tomorrow. But I think it's going to be my last day. We'll see. I have Wednesday off even so.

Current Mood: crappy
Current Music: In This Life - Chantal Krevuziak

[	mood	\|	fresh	]
[	music	\|	Baba O'Riley-The Who	]

Despite the fact that finals week is starting this Tuesday, I'm in an incredibly good mood. On Friday, Florence and I hung out for a couple hours that involved Indian Food, popcorn, teasing Dennis, the new movie Matchpoint, Val Kilmer, and me trying to come up with good insults . . .and failing on the latter part miserably. Today I'm going to help Colleen study for her US History final, because I'm a nice person and also because I got a five on the AP (not to brag or anything, okay yeah I'm bragging. I'm so damn proud of that).

I've started a new story, which could be both a good or a bad thing. Good because I'm doing interesting stuff, bad because it means I'm neglecting Nobody But You, Do You Kiss Your Mother with That Mouth, and Can't Put a Word to the Feeling. At least I've started the next chapter for all three of those, so you can't get too mad.

Made 80 bucks last night babysitting. However, I'm amazed that I made it home. I was soooooo tired on the drive back from San Jose that I missed the exit to Palo Alto, and looked up and was like Woodside? What? Oh well, I made it in the end.

to whom it may concern . . .I love Jonathan Rhys-Meyers, even when he's being an utter asshole in Matchpoint. Sad how that works.

( Sort of rendered speechless by this picture . . .but not quite )

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Grandpa, put that sword away!

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