yea! heavy and a bottle of bread

I've been wondering since about thursday why nobody has posted any new blog entries, and generally feeling annoyed, until I realized that I hadn't posted anything either. Anyway, a few things I'd like to get straight:


1.I no longer have any sort of "thing" for Andy. I was merely reminiscing when I wrote that post. Therefore there is no controversy.

2.I am not a procrastinator. In fact, I finished all my homework this weekend on saturday morning. If I was a little hyper after I ate a cup of chocolate brownie batter ice cream, I truly can't be blamed, and if Harry took the comments off of his blog, how could I rebutt his accusations? Anyway, I am a very hard worker.

3.Renata and I are much more mature than Harry and Travis. It's just true.

4.Tomorrow is Elena the Magnificent's beautiful birthday. I love you. And I will find the buddha earrings if I have to spend the next week doing it.

5.Oona is lovely
She doesn't know that I am
Filled with green envy.
(I'm not actually jealous of her; I just love her and wouldn't mind being her.)

6.Paul McCartney's superbowl performance was overrated.

7.Jack2 is one of the most amazing people I've ever met. It struck me today that I've never really told him that. I aspire to parallel him.

8.Elena and Avery are not from Mexico.

9.New blog list: Rachel, Oona, Neo, Julia, Renata, my second blog (named after a Matthew Arnolds poem. I'm just that artsy.) Sorry, but I've been meaning to do that for a while, and the list just isn't getting any shorter. I'm sure more are on their way, too.


This weekend I went with Elena to see Forbidden Broadway. It was one of the most hilarious plays I've ever seen, and the cast (of four members and one pianist) was amazing. Every satirical word hit home. Seeing Phantom of the Opera and Avenue Q get slandered was painful, though.

I also went to eat with my sister, Harry and Travis and acted like a five year old. It was great. Renata and I started to imitate Travis and Harry, and Harry said "Wow, you guys are so wierd," which made us crack up all over again. My cheeks ached from laughing at the end of the night. We had terrible cheap sushi. Afterwards I went to Harry's and had a lovely romantic time. I am so terribly in love. It's so relieving.

I also went to Frankie's for the assistant-director-ish party-thing, even though I only went to one thingy. It was a blast, and I felt infinately less self-conscious than when we went to Rocky Horror a few months ago. The difference was palpable. I'm still not completely secure, but I suppose having people in my grade and even younger with me probably helped. And having had a lot of chocolate and tea. And knowing everyone better.

My schedule and the scheduling world in general is against me. I can't take any of the classes I want to take, and besides that, I already have simply too much to do. There are about thirty people I can list off the top of my head that I'd really like to get to know better, and unfortunately many of them are leaving, graduating, changing schools, falling out of touch with me, gone forever, or just simply leading busy lives. Why do I always feel that I love more than I am loved? Why do I fall in love with everyone I meet?

A few days ago I bit into a butterfinger bar and felt the strongest sense of nostalgia that I have perhaps ever experienced. It was painful. I walked out of Chem and cried in the bathroom. It was also strangely enjoyable, probably because it proved my own humanity to me. Something in me loves crying and hates being seen doing it. Very few people have ever seen me cry, although I do it rather frequently.

When some people say "peace," they don't mean it or understand it. I feel like nobody really recognizes how very sincere those rare people are about it who actually know what they're saying.

If you're wondering why this was so choppy, it was because my mom keeps bugging me to get off of this thing, and I'm trying to appease her. My love, and peace, to all. I mean it.