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a late night rant of pure burnt daylight.... well.... except it's nighttime. ok. so it's the night before exams. i'm screwed. NEED MIRACLE! but unfortunately i can't squeeze those out like easy cheese. boy coming into town tomorrow. hadn't seen contusion in like... 2 or 3 days! it was weird. we hugged like we hadn't seen each other in years. quite sad actually. wishing someone had informed laura of "the maxim" before she had to learn the hard way... but that's ok. life goes on. feeling stupid for not assuming so in the first place. i am an idiot. end of story. moving on to more enlightening topics... need new lipgloss. need to study... not so enlightening... sometimes i want to leave conway. ok scratch that... sometimes meaning all the time... but i'm from duncanville, so i'm used to that urge to just up and leave, and i think if i had a car, i would find myself randomly driving places more often, like the time journey and i drove to lousiana and back in one night just for the sake of saying i've been to louisiana. roomie and i made a hella strong pot o' coffee... irish cream is always good. i need to clean. i'm excited but scared. maybe those feelings compliment each other. i want it to be wednesday night, but at the same time, a bit nervous. i'm silly. acting as if i were the only person alive. as if it were the truman show and really everyone was watching one long laura movie because damn! not that i'm that entertaining. but i havea few witty moments, and i think the situations i get into resemble sinfield episodes a bit too much. i love my roommate ::grin:: and i know that there is one thing i can give her that's more than just a shoulder. laughter. and i think that's a damn good gift. well.. i hope it is. someone read my page and said that, and i'm glad that people crack a few smiles around me... even if it is because i can't speak english properly or wear my underwear the right way. ::snicker:: the world needs laughter, damnit. and should you need laughter... watch roomie and i in action. we must have been on crack today, i swear to god. but i think it's funny how our moods compliment each other. if she has a shitty day, so do i, damnit! but today we were spastic little monkies, and it was great. i want to go shopping. baaaad. recieved a package form mom and dad. they sent me PIN THE TALE ON THE DONKEY! i love my family... think of me, more educated, more southern, and old. that's them. then there's karl. a bit older. i alot calmer. works on trucks... he's a great guy... i just don't know him as well as the rest of my family. maybe i should call him more often. leah is my savior. my little sibling whom i would love to control by making her choose the same school as me. urging her to do drama and go to hendrix. can i help it if i don't wannt a good mind to go to waste? she doesnt know where she wants to go... so i'm suggesting a liberal arts place so that she can explore. i think it makes perfect sense. mom and dad are.... an adventure. dad... gray.. SOUTHERN... hawiian shirts, tevas, kahki shorts, and a mexican hat. always full of wosdom... "laura... remember the lady in the white dress... stay away from the lady in the black dress... you can't make it on talent alone... remember the natural laura.. remember the natural." and i never disreguard it (smile)... never a dull moment with that man... the kinda guy that makes you wish you lived closer to home because he NEVER fails to cheer anyone up. awwww.... i love my dad... this is long.. why am i talking about my family? well.. moving on to my mom. though things have changed this year, i still miss her. i went home for christmas, and it seemed she wanted to control me more than she ever had when i lived there, but it's time to cut her some slack. she's going through a rough time, and it's difficult just because i haven't been at home to adapt to changes... i've been coming back every now and then. she's an older version of me with red hair. and so i feel guilty for purposefully not coming home for spring break. i'm sorry. i guess it's habit to run away from problems, if not ignore them... i wish i were more reasonable. i guess i can try. mom was right. you should always assume the worst in men until you get to know them. or unless they're gay. ::smile:: speaking of which, i miss pav, and am glad he called. i'm cutting this short, not due to no more thoughts... but due to WHY THE HELL HAVE I RANTED ON THIS LONG??? the adderall just kicked in.. maybe that's why. sorry guys. looking forward to seeing monkeycheeks... tee friggin' hee. knit knit knit. study study. i hate this. good luck on exams, my little chickadees. (^_^) go sell your books, notes, and old tests to other students. and goodnight.
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