:I say, he doesn’t look a thing like Jesus

Its been awhile since I’ve written anything worth reading. Good thing Leah keeps her blog up to date, she’s really the best secretary the world could ask for – perfect job for her, minus the whole art degree and all that jazz. She’d be good. We know its true.

I am beyond excited for Fall semester.

Minus leaving New Zealand.
But once you’ve mentally dealt with that, its really rather exciting.

List time!! I love lists (*^(*&#$!

1) Octopus Garden, most fabulous idea ever; Laura and my’s room is FINNA be FANTASTIC.
2) 12 credits. With an 80% chance of no T/TH classes, don’t ask me how, I was born genius.
3) I finished my PDF slides for the presentation this Thursday, bout time I reckon. We only had SIX weeks.
4) I’m fairly confident in my little animation that I’m in the process of finishing, hopefully Kevin likes it.
5) Leah and I mapped out our South Island trip – we’re doing the most AMAZING ROAD TRIP, I mean it really just doesn’t get better than that, oh wait, did I mention we’re going to see a glacier, going on a cruise, horseback riding, street art CENTRAL, dolphins and penguins and seals, OHMY!
6) AND, yes there’s more, AND I’m going to be able to go to the Armageddon event in Wellington the 21st to document Anita + 100,000 other people’s costumes and more, um… the nerd, the photographer, the art fan, and the pokemon MASTER in me are all oozing anticipation and joy. I’m so psyched.

Now onto today’s events.

I slept through GD History.. which is dumb because Leah even texted me a few times to wake up and I think I said something like I’ll meet you there? Unless I dreamt it – too lazy to find my phone. But yeah, I went to bed last night at like 4AM from working on stuff, set the alarm for 7:30AM distinctly remember hearing the shower which should have been an indicator to wake up, then proceeded to ignore Leah’s texts and slept until 11:30AM. Which, I guess I didn’t miss much as Lynn, our tutor was missing most of class anyway.

All’s well that ends well.

Then! I skyped with Laura today, we synced our schedules with one another as well as accommodating young Evan Gran’s schedule with ours. Which reminds me, I have good news for Leah, legitimate good news that she’s sure to enjoy. Leah, remind me.

I still don’t know what design selective to take though. Do I take GD II – will they let me, I’m taking GD 3 here, now. Hm… do I take Pres Tech, I have time to kill, but do I reallyyyy want to do that, not really. Do I take Interface, even though my current plan I’m on I picked so I could get OUT of taking Interface Design, and then there’s the oh so tempting option of taking Advertising Design or Publication Design, which are GD classes and I don’t know if they’ll count as a design selective, and our program director is super busy so she hasn’t gotten back to me on if they’ll count for me or not, which stinks because I register for classes in like 6 days. BAH!

And then I watched Adventureland, which made me re-realize why I hate Kristen Stewart, she’s the poster child for bad acting. Either she’s an awful actress or she’s constantly smelling something particularly unpleasant and does this stupid scowl and monotone voice that could possibly make even Mother Theresa punch an infant. And! On top of that, she gets to be all up on Ryan Reynolds. Betch.

But then, I redeemed my confidence in cinematic endeavors by watching the Adjustment Bureau – oh all of these movies are courtesy of the great Hahn Solo, no data being use, cha-cha! Anywho, good stuff, I enjoyed it. Its no Bourne Identity, but Matt Damon is gold. And he looks a smidge like Mark Wahlberg, whichever roommate said he does, I agree with 70%. MD is much more enjoyable to look at than MW, in terms of acting – ya creeps.

Lets see, yes, then, sadly, the burrito concoction thats been sustaining me for little over a week – week and a half has officially been devoured completely. Sad. It was so darn convenient…

I’m so excited to eat anything other than burritos, oh man, what I wouldn’t give for some Ramen right now. Indomie here I come!! You Amurrikans, you gots ta try it, its so cheap and so tasty, and there’s like a zillion different packets in the noodley package, SO – this means, if you’re like Beth you can opt out on the spicey part of the concoction, or if you’re like Chris, Leah, or myself, you can just be amazed at the sheer number of little packets you get every time.

Thank the gawds for Malaysia. Here-here!

Welp, I think that’s bout it. I’m going to sleep now so that I don’t sleep through my group meeting tomorrow at 1PM, its unlikely I’d sleep that late, but after what happened this morning, I wouldn’t put it past me.

Now, here’s a quote from Banksy in celebration of being done with him until I see an actual work of his in Melbourne May 21-26!

“Graffiti ultimately wins out over proper art because it becomes part of your city, it’ s a tool; “I’ll meet you in that pub, you know, the one opposite that wall with a picture of a monkey holding a chainsaw”. I mean, how much more useful can a painting be than that?”

 

There you have it, without graffiti none of us would know where anything was. Take that conservative scum! That was rambunctious, my apologies, you’re only partial scum, I swear.

:Party Rock

So, we had Chris’s birthday party tonight, it’s 3:33AM and people are still here, its been going on since like 7PM, go home!! Haha, like, you don’t have to go home but we bloody don’t want you to stay here!

Leah and I made a video just now, don’t know if or when it’ll ever make daylight or where we’d post it, but like, holy jeez, it was funny, unless you’re someone whose downstairs right now and won’t go home.

 

Overall though, good as night, now time for sleep, if they’d only leave… ahhh that’d be beautiful.

:What did you say – oh that you only meant well?

Welp, here’s the thing… I feel like I’m the best con ever.

Seriously, its fantastic.

I think that almost everything I make is absolute shit. Absolutely.
I still haven’t come up with a magazine layout for my PDF for GD3, a;lsdfjas;ldkj.

So, I just read Leah’s blog, and I realized two things: 1)I’ve been neglecting WordPress for a great while, in fact, if this were a relationship – I do believe poor WordPress would have moved onto someone else that would treat it right, I’m assuming, as my poor white girl status is still singley, 2) I’m a con. Hah.

I had a bunch of people recently like my photos on my facebook fan page of Anita, she’s fantastic to shoot, she did ALL of the work, honestly. I felt so much better about my life after having the shoot, I’ve been craving one like a crack addict.

click it, see the rest

It just.. blows my mind that people think the photos look good because of me, I mean, .. yeah… nahhh brah.
I’m just a student, I’m nowhere near the level of greatness I want to be at/wish I could be at and my equipment is miniscule at best. Therefore, with everyone liking these photos and thinking that I’m really all that good is weird. I don’t see it. I think I’ve convinced people that I have talent, but honestly just with a simple Google search you’ll see that I’m .. not all that impressive, whaddup Leibovitz– gain some effing knowledge.

Onto less con-artist subjects:

Leah’s sweet as lyric drawing type thangs, I’m jelly. I really want to do something like that, half because I think it would be really really fun and half because I see her making awesome things and want to take a stab at it, but I don’t want to be the copycat thats dying to copy the idear… Haha.

Also, today, I finally sorted out some of the bumps in mah animation, due to some good assistance from Fahd, my favorite mermaid. He’s going to someday look at all of our blogs, Beth’s, Leah’s, and be like – these Americans are fugging mad! -We’ll probably be long gone by then, hopefully, hah.

WE’RE GOING TO MELBOURNE.
MAY 20 – MAY 26

AG IDEAS, INTERNATIONAL DESIGN CONFERENCE

I’m looking forward to hearing real designers and REAL photographers talk about everything from their work, their process, their start, to inspirations and all that jazz. Amp’d!

I’ll be homeless, eating catfood on the street afterwards – but I’m excited for the ‘during’ part, moreso than the after part.

Huzah! I wrote a post, self-high five.

Nights.

When I become a star, I’ll be livin’ so large.

:seven drunken pirates we’re the seven deadly sins

HAPPY ST. PATTYS DAY!

well, its already over here, but let me tell you – best night/st patty’s day ever.

Mermaid hair, green stuff, chinchilla action, like, whoa. greatness.
Hopefully Leah or Beth post about this, because that’s all I got right now, you should just be jelly, thats all.

:I SEE YOU DRIVIN’ ROUND TOWN WITH THE GIRL I LOVE AND I’M LIKE ….AHEYAHIEEEIYAHH-oo ooo oo

Some people have gambling. 
Some people have drugs. 
Some people have alcohol.
I’m out of Coca-Cola.

It’s been roughly 3 days since I bought 2 2.25 (why is it 2.25 and not 2?!) liter bottles, downed them like it was going out of style. I’m big enough to admit I have a problem.

The problem is nothing tastes as good as Coke.

Sigh.
Buying some tomorrow.

Also, I’ve been stumbling, pinterest-ing (?), tweeting, and facebooking. There are far too many ing’s to do and to be checked online, its becoming too much to handle.

Here’s some cool links I’ve stumbled upon. 
Feed the habit, check it.

Hipsters, mass media, and trendy folk of all ages, this is the shizz.

Cooking just got interesting

Gotta love 365 day projects; when you mix them with viral medias, you get this.

Then you ask yourself, what makes a video go viral? Where do they begin, what’s the dealio?

Birthday party punch possibility, or as I like to think of it, BPPP. Minus the name, this sounds like it has tasty potential. There’s hope for PBR yet.

I’m not one for following fashion or trends, but these shoes are really intriguing. Some of them are god-awful and really kind of disturbing, but, then there’s really humorous ones that make me just want to see actual human beings wearing these actual shoes.

This video is always a fun time.

You see what I just did there? Fed the viral monster.

This next one, you should go thank Leah for, because she found this gem on her newsfeed.

The Amurikan dictionary?

And to top it all off..

Thankyou Roman Ugow for the valiant Facebook post, not 6 minutes ago.

Goodnight*

:i got a swanson’s dinner in the freezer, wit’cho’name on it

WHOA.

A lot happened today. Well, kind of. I filled out my FAFSA, told my mom I’m not graduating until the Spring… what a GREAT day.

a;lsdkfjals;kdfj

I probably could load my schedule up and get by with 6-8 credits during summer and a 15-18 credit Fall semester, but… I actually want to have a good senior show, surprisingly. I’m starting to care again about my degree. It’s weird. Thank-you study abroad! Pretty sure the Illustration project just made me like life a lot more. I love this doodle-bob technique.. Ahhhh to be an illustrator for the rest of my life, what a dream that would be. Mmmmm..* Oh yeah, the Madre gave me a lot of good advice. I’ll have to take 6 credits of extra classes to stay in the dorms, because otherwise I won’t have a place to live. Yay me! So, we chatted about that.

Then! My family, well my brother mostly, jumped around and shoved his mac’n’cheese in my face. I wish you could slap someone virtually. This place is way better than Wisconsin in so many ways, shoot… I just wish they had some Craft Macaroni and Cheese, haha. Whatevs, I have a cucumber mint dip that is like having concentrated joy in your mouth. So good.

Thank you Lisa, I appreciate it.
Take that, Mac’N’Cheese jerks!! …I still miss it.

ALSO!

First rough draft of ‘Alice’s ADVENTURES in Wonderland’ (dumb title is too long to be elegantly placed on a book…) has been pwned, completed and annihilated, schw-BAM. And even though its super A.D.D. looking right now, I’m going to give it a very cool smoke effect…somehow, so its less busy and the color scheme is going to be sweet…once I figure it out.

So my concept is that you’re looking through a keyhole on the front, and you see the Cheshire Cat in Alice’s clothes, because lets face it, the whole book was conceived after the author had a bad trip on shrooms. Ultimately the smoke is implied that its from the caterpillar toking up, hence the shrooms, again, another reference to hallucinogens, good job Lewis Carroll, and on the back cover we have Alice’s eye peering through looking at Wonderland, in her eye (it’ll be much more toned down and blended, hopefully) are all these reflections of what she’s seeing. The spine, well, it’s the only way I could think of to put the title on there, to fit and to keep in style with the rest of it. The flaps on the inside of the book are similar to the filigree looking elements on the front cover. It’s really busy, not at all simplified… but since our teacher has yet to make an appearance in class, I’m thinking she can’t hold it against me.. hopefully…

:I’m getting close to the heart of it

Alright, here’s another one.

Tonight we had our own little Woodstock celebration down by the river. We met up with Anant, the Wangavegas ‘brown friend’ best Indian accent ever, probably because he’s fuggin’ Indian. Duh. We get German beer, from Countdown, it’s 10% alcohol in a conveniently priced 4.99 can, that’s probably the size of two real (American) cans, I hate mL, fugg that. We also got Indian beer. How ironic.

I should clarify, I didn’t bring my wallet. I owe Leah $8.

We go to ‘Phresh’. Which is just a fancy way of saying Corban’s house. We’re there for, 5 minutes? Then we go down to the river, after I’m handed a kazoo, Beth gets a kazoo too, and Leah gets a plastic egg maraca. Worth it? Definitely. We start playing music. Don’t be silly, there’s other ‘real’ instruments. One guy is manning a flute, I was super impressed. Anant was rocking a …bass drum? It was bigger, and.. where the heck was Evan Gran to decipher drums when I need him?! Oh yeah, Wisconsin, well that’s inconvenient. Ryan had the guitar, some other guys played other drum set pieces, and then clapping and.. basically modern day Woodstock with boys in skinny jeans. Oh! Beth played the shit out of a beer bottle and the kazoo, impromptu drumstick – I joined in on that too. Leah played the shit out of my kazoo and the egg maraca after I was handed, THE COW BELL. It was friggen huge. That’s what she said..

We were out there for about 2 hours, by the river, on the boardwalk drinking beer, playing, humming, kazooing. Beth went back to the flat, she’s responsible, didn’t drink, left to do homework. Leah and I however, joined in on the folky interpretation of Snoop Dogg, ‘Roxanne’, and a shit ton of other great hiphop songs turned folky woodstock. It was.. much better than I thought. I just want to get an old hipster wool sweater, some bright suede shoes, and maybe one of those hipster/rastafarrian droopy hats just so I can be in that mindset all the time.

So we go back to Phresh.

I’m assuming its legit to write about this, but in case its not, I’m going to tiptoe around it. So there’s this bucket full of water right? Maybe 1.5 feet in diameter. Imagine our surprise when there’s a coke bottle in it full of.. steam. Hah. It was a very impressive DIY project. Probably not what the ‘rents would like to read about, but whatever, I’m sure my parents, ALL OF THEM, have done worse. We listened to some recordings Corban did at the Musician’s Club session that we missed because we went to Wellington on the worst weekend possible. It was pretty legit. I dipped out earlier than Leah because I was tired, but I’m thinking the music was trance-ing me out and I was either falling asleep or getting a mean contact high.

But forreal, the river music full moon b’ness, completely worth the 20 minute walk down to the river. One question.. Where the hell are the cops of Wanganui?? Pretty sure our open containers jay-walked diagonally across the street then proceeded to give witness to the loudest display of hodge-podge on demand music known to man. It was like an Indian, I mean Native American – but thats a mouthful, pow-wow but better because everyone was high or drunk and actually talented, that’s probably really offensive.. whatever.

I think I ended up staring at lights, reflecting in the river-while playing the kazoo for at least 15 minutes, zoning out like that, was the most relaxing thing I’ve done here yet. I feel like I’m going to go back to Stout and have the worst ‘whatever, fuggit’ go with the flow attitude in the world and all of my prof’s are going to be horrified, they’ll tell my mom to put me in a home. I’m going to completely fail with the work ethic Senior Show demands. Meh, fuggit, what’s another semester?

5 year plan anyone?
zzZZZzz

:Your head will collapse and there’s nothing in it, you’ll ask yourself – where is my mind?

Wellington:
http://watchleahgo.blogspot.co.nz/2012/03/wellington.html

Rainy, windy Wellington

This is going to be a long one. Lots to cover. Brace yourselves.

So, here’s the deal, I don’t feel like writing everything that happened in Wellington, so please-please-please go creep on Leah’s or Beth’s blog for a pretty good account for what happened in Wellington. And you’ll get their perspective, which is good because for a small bit we separated.

Now, here’s the part they don’t write about.

Quick re-cap, both buses: late. Second bus was hit by a car from behind, arrived in Wellywood and watched the bus driver make a quick pit stop in the cop shop to report the dumby that hit. a. BUS.

We get to the Backpackers, an hour and a half later than scheduled. They can’t find our reservation. Takes another 15 minutes to get into our room, #608. The elevators in there jerked everytime they moved, shady as fugg. But completely convenient, no compliants, just nerve-wracking. There’s a bar/club in the basement of the backpackers, convenient? I think-ah so! We go down there, Beth and Leah get a beer (using the convenient drink special things they give you when you check in.) Chris, Fahd, and I get shots of Jaeger, followed by Jaegerbombs, and then Chris and Fahd get beer or vodka, summat like that. I don’t get near drunk enough to dance like a fool like some of the people on the dancefloor. I pull a fun-sponge move and make to go up to the room and go to sleep. Imagine my surprise when I see Fahd and Chris outside saying they’re going to go check out the bar scene.

At this point, we don’t know who our 6th roommate is, we think, he’s got to be messy because his stuff is everywhere, later on we find out he’s this super nice-not creepy at all German fellow traveling the world, just to do it, lucky bas—anyway, at this point I’m like, mm… I don’t want to be up in the room with the German fellow by myself, just because I’m a ball of awkward with new people when I’m by myself, usually, and I may or may not be buzzed, just didn’t seem like a good idea.

Now this is the part where Fahd punks out after walking a block. Chris and I go scope out bars. Fahd goes to sleep. Beth and Leah, at this point I assumed were still dancing, turns out they went up to the room, I could have skipped walking in the rain to go in and out of 5 or 6 bars on the strip, took about 20-30 minutes, hah.

Next day, there’s this awkward moment after not finding the Wisconsin Burger place where everyone is getting anxious and just wants to sit down and get out of the rain. I felt like we were all getting annoyed and just… whatever, so Leah and Beth go into what looked like a cute little cafe, I assumed they’d only have cold sandwiches, so I didn’t go. Instead I went into Four Kings with Chris and Fahd and I ordered a burger, fries, coke: the trifecta in American. Chris and Fahd got like.. a steak sandwich and Fahd got a fish thing and calamari. Calamari… mmmmmmm.

From there, we learn Beth and Leah went to the museum and gallery, followed by a plan to go on the cable car to the observatory. They were really productive. Fahd, Chris, and I went to go see Underworld: Avenger in 3D. It was fugging sweet. No lie. Too bad it was $17.50, frikken expensive, but honestly, totally worth it. Nicest cinema I’ve been in, minus IMAX type stuff. Although Winona’s is pretty sweet too.. Then we went to New World because Chris and Fahd were possessed. They just wanted to go to New World, hah. Chris had been wanting to go since we got off the bus in Wellington, so we went. Then, after that, we decided to chill out in the room, thank god, because it started down-pouring insanely hard. We sketched. Well, Fahd and I sketched. Chris had a few …. personal moments in which I thought he was going to breathe fire, but then he took like three naps. We got Chinese food for dinner.

I got buzzed off my cider, as did Fahd and Chris. Then split my cider with Leah and Beth because after all of their walking and shenanigans that happened, they weren’t walking to New World, hah, you could just tell, lol. So we get buzzed, having fun random talks about how awful Nickelback is, then some really unnecessary comments were made by one of us, and it quite honestly killed the mood. UNNECESSARY, yo.

Then we went to the bar, Fahd and his

“Mermaid hair,” – Leah M

went to sleep.

Leah, Beth, Chris, and I went down there, got drinks that tasted like juice. And danced. A lot. Chris danced with men with no pants. *Underwear was worn.

He was really drunk. Usually he’s a classified ‘head-bobber’ we just have to make sure he consumes enough for 1.5 people and he’ll be dancing like a champ. The night took a dramatic turn for the BEST, when we all just decided to say fuggit, and started dancing, for like 3 hours, it was a great ‘bonding experience’ I also know that Leah and Chris do a mean ‘sprinkler’ and Beth is just a bouncy little ball of energy, I don’t know how that girl does it, kudos to all three of them!

The next day was all about WETA CAVE! And the Old St. Paul’s Church and getting back to Wangavegas.

The ride back was good, minus the HEATER being right underneath me, lighting my legs on invisible fire, dear gawd. But the sunset and the cloud concoction, was worth all the awkward frustrating moments that is 6 people crammed in a tiny room, after a weekend of expensive activities and lots of rain and 90mph wind.

I’m glad we’re back.

I’m looking forward to a quiet and CHEAP weekend in Wanganui sketching, without a care in the world.

OH!

Beth and I, on the way back to Virginia Lake, we stopped in a Blockbuster and the movie, THE TRIP, was available for renting, I almost got it, but you have to be in a certain mood to watch it, and I didn’t feel like walking back to return it, hah. I’m so sick of walking. But yeah, that was a great find.
Phew, I’m done.

Time to go make dinner. Toodles.

:there’s a world outside of every darkened door

On this journey that you’re making
There’ll be answers that you’ll seek
And it’s you who’ll climb the mountain
It’s you who’ll reach the peak

Today has been.. really strange.
Woke up around noon, after Beth and my journey to Virginia Lake last night around 7:30. It was really quite spectacular – the lake, not the hill we had to walk up, haha. I’ll post a link and photos after I just get whatever ‘this’ is out of my head.

I found out I can’t take the Portfolio class as an Independent Study.

Can you hear it? Its the sound of life plans crashing like glass. There goes the neighborhood. I don’t know what I’m going to do quite honestly. I’ve been in situations like this where I had to finaggle some stuff, move it, twist it, -squeeze it into place and pull some strings. This is different. This is the difference between having a Minor in Photography and having a bunch of random photography classes that don’t count towards anything at all. I’m going to have to take it in Spring of 2013, but that also means I won’t have enough credits to fill out the semester, which translates to: I won’t have a place to live if I don’t take 12 credits, dorm life, fuggg. Which means, I’d have to fill it with random classes to take, which means I need to hear back from Galante now so that I know if I need to save credits for Spring, aka not take Summer classes and just wait to take Senior Show and Portfolio Photography class until Spring 2013 and then just.. take two more random classes or find an apartment, I don’t know which one is going to be worse, quite honestly. Either way, its going to be expensive and at the end of the day… I’d rather make my Portfolio book project on my own time, and just not get the stupid paper work for the Minor… but I really want the paperwork, that means a lot to me. as;dfa;lsdkfj

After that sour note, I watched the ‘Exit through the Gift Shop’ Banksy documentary and was amazed at how easily mass populations get sucked into things without realizing it.. All of “Mr. Brainwash’s” stuff is being created by other designers and people, he’s essentially a less than intelligent man copying the styles and subjects of people like Banksy and Sheppard Fairey – who essentially are taking already created pieces and re-inventing them.. so in a way, they’re copying too, and the masses are just buying pieces of ‘art’ that are unoriginal copies made by someone nameless working for this guy. It’s hilarious and sad all at the same time.

Proceeding that moment of cinematic epiphany, I put on my amazing Disney Pandora and started perusing the interwebs for something interesting. And then, I thought about the news my mom told me via skype yesterday and I tried to sit down and write a letter to someone I’ve never met, but have also been thinking about since I was at least 7 years old. I couldn’t do it, I had no idea where to start, what to say, how much to write. Nothing. Nada. Then I thought about Beth telling me that she woke up late too and had the oddest sensation of being homesick, which I haven’t really had troubles with, here and there of course, but overall its been fine.

And then,

I read about this girl’s dream she had about her grandmother who died ten years ago. It brought up a lot intense emotions that I’ve been working really hard on suppressing or at the least ignoring. And I started thinking about my grandpa and also about the new developments back home and… thought, Wow, how unfair is that.. one of the best I have ever come to know is gone and now there’s someone who had every right to know him, that could have known him, and I just got to thinking about how unjust all of it is. She would have loved him. It’s not fair. It’s not at all okay.

Its true, I’m not homesick.

But surely, I’m still in mourning because I only miss one person, and now I miss him for myself, my family, and the possible new face, I miss him for her a lot. She never was able to know him and that’s devastating to me. I hate this. I hate that he’s gone and that I can’t tell him about my trip and that he can’t ask me questions and that I can’t hear those stupid jokes that are only funny because of how awkward they are, haha.

I feel the oddest sense of peace and calmness when I start thinking about how … sad doesn’t even begin to describe it.. I feel, but its weird… its like I’m super devastated by the loss but insanely appreciative of everyone else that I still have and grateful for the people I’m being introduced to.. its the most complex mix of whatever this is, I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know what to make of it. I just know that if I start to hear anything about him I feel acceptance, peace, all of that.. and then when I cry about it, I can’t stop crying, but in my head I feel fine. Jibberish. All of this is jibberish. I don’t feel like talking about Wellington. It was a nice trip and I had a lot of fun, but I don’t feel like writing about it, because it doesn’t really matter, I mean, its whatever I guess.

I’ve been thinking about Ross and his sit spots. I don’t trust myself to go find a sit spot and meditate or whatever it is you’re supposed to do, my mind would stray to subjects like this and then I’d be by myself outside crying, hah, and that isn’t something I’m willing to risk.

AND THEN

Phil fucking Collins came on Pandora, followed by fucking Cat Stevens and I felt like someone was inside my head picking just the right songs to make me feel helpless to fighting off the ignorant bliss I’ve had going for me. Feck. I just want to sleep. I’ll wake up bright-eyed and brand new. Yep. That sounds perfect. Too bad its 5:20 at night and I have an early class tomorrow..

Onto Plan B, watch 13 going on 30 in my room with lots of spaghetti.
Sounds like a dream.

Another Phil song,

I see before me a new horizon
I want to know
Can you show me?

Come with me now to see my world
Where there’s beauty beyond your reach

Take my hand there’s a world I need to know

Please excuse my rant/meltdown/writer’s block/freakout.

Phil needs to stop coming on Pandora. Worst part, I can’t not listen to it – its so good! Feck.

When destiny calls you
You must be strong
I may not be with you
But you’ve got to hold on

I’ll be back to normal by 5:30.
Time for spaghetti.

Three Phil songs in a row preceeded by Cat Stevens and Gary Jules and stinkin’ Fleetwood Mac, I’m losing my head.