switch me on
i love the sunshine and good music.
effinghell, i am so excited to move back.
went to sigur ros the other night. their music...makes me want to live forever. honestly. and i think i'm in love with the boy with the voice; it's like breath, his voice is.* beautiful. the opening band was so cute, a troupe of girls in young dresses who moved like toys within the walls of the toy store they built with their music. darling, really; and at the end of it all, i felt actual sadness that it was over. they were better the first time i saw them in l.a., but this time no one tried to manipulate me by telling me they were in love with me. so that's always good. overall, a refreshing evening, if i must put a word to it.
new news, which is both good and bad mixed together: the valentine's roses were not from the ex boyfriend. good, except that i do know who they're from. is that mean? i don't know.
something else i am excited about? for naomi to drop out of davis and move back to socal to live with us too. why not, what is money anyway? not important; besides, you're going to be rich on accident, remember? (please understand, however, that these comments [i.e., "live with us," "i am excited to move back,"] are not indicative of a final decision concerning anything.) also mary, whoever i live with has to not only put up with, but also LOVE my music. there are no compromises when it comes to that. i am sorry. naomi loves my music! and she has dance parties with me. LIVE WITH ME!
so i was fine until this morning when i woke up and realized that if i go to rosemead i'm not going to finish school until i'm 28. 28! that is OLD. omg, i am never going to get married and die a bitter, lonely hag probably at the age of 30 because my loneliness drove me mad. you see, i say i'm okay with not getting married, and sometimes i am, but deep down inside my soul i think i might want a family one day. at least before i'm an old saggy woman of 36. plus, if i don't get married before that, then my husband will never remember how hot i was, because he'll never know. sad. he needs to know. by 36 i will have studied all of the life right out of me. PLUS, women who have doctorates are simply less likely to marry. i think men are intimidated by them and women who have doctorates want men who are at least as intelligent as them, and well, since men marry below them (socially), i will have to find a man who has two doctorates so that he'll want to marry me. those are rare.
oh no, i think colorado's getting to me.
but when i was in church this morning i remembered that i love school, and what could be more fun than five years of it in exchange for my youth and potential family? gosh, i don't know.
except, goodbye now; i'm not wasting my day on the computer. i'll come back later when i have nothing else to do.
*qualitative breath, not literal. i'm sorry i ever had to explain that.
effinghell, i am so excited to move back.
went to sigur ros the other night. their music...makes me want to live forever. honestly. and i think i'm in love with the boy with the voice; it's like breath, his voice is.* beautiful. the opening band was so cute, a troupe of girls in young dresses who moved like toys within the walls of the toy store they built with their music. darling, really; and at the end of it all, i felt actual sadness that it was over. they were better the first time i saw them in l.a., but this time no one tried to manipulate me by telling me they were in love with me. so that's always good. overall, a refreshing evening, if i must put a word to it.
new news, which is both good and bad mixed together: the valentine's roses were not from the ex boyfriend. good, except that i do know who they're from. is that mean? i don't know.
something else i am excited about? for naomi to drop out of davis and move back to socal to live with us too. why not, what is money anyway? not important; besides, you're going to be rich on accident, remember? (please understand, however, that these comments [i.e., "live with us," "i am excited to move back,"] are not indicative of a final decision concerning anything.) also mary, whoever i live with has to not only put up with, but also LOVE my music. there are no compromises when it comes to that. i am sorry. naomi loves my music! and she has dance parties with me. LIVE WITH ME!
so i was fine until this morning when i woke up and realized that if i go to rosemead i'm not going to finish school until i'm 28. 28! that is OLD. omg, i am never going to get married and die a bitter, lonely hag probably at the age of 30 because my loneliness drove me mad. you see, i say i'm okay with not getting married, and sometimes i am, but deep down inside my soul i think i might want a family one day. at least before i'm an old saggy woman of 36. plus, if i don't get married before that, then my husband will never remember how hot i was, because he'll never know. sad. he needs to know. by 36 i will have studied all of the life right out of me. PLUS, women who have doctorates are simply less likely to marry. i think men are intimidated by them and women who have doctorates want men who are at least as intelligent as them, and well, since men marry below them (socially), i will have to find a man who has two doctorates so that he'll want to marry me. those are rare.
oh no, i think colorado's getting to me.
but when i was in church this morning i remembered that i love school, and what could be more fun than five years of it in exchange for my youth and potential family? gosh, i don't know.
except, goodbye now; i'm not wasting my day on the computer. i'll come back later when i have nothing else to do.
*qualitative breath, not literal. i'm sorry i ever had to explain that.
posted by Anonyme | 3:20 PM
7 Comments:
i like that you said "switch me on". You could have said "turn me on" but abstained because I would have made some sort of crass comment. I know your games.
you're too sexy for danger
by the way, who WERE the roses from?
I miss dance parties. I should drop out of school. School sucks. Just kidding. I like it.
You can have a family without a man, you just need some sperm. They will sell it to you.
You are mysterioso.
i forgot about that! i can sell my eggs too right? I have plenty! Let's make a dent in those school loans now!
(You can pay for that too.)
liz you are going to give me a heart attack
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