It Burns A Hole Through Anyone Who Feels It

Yeah, sis, that's one ass-kicking comp you made me. Might be a contender for Best Comp Cd Ever Made.

I'm killing time before I go to my Xmas/birthday/end-of quarter bash at my friend's house in a couple hours. I put myself in charge of making a comp cd of "christmasy music" which I debated making out of that South Park rendition of O Holy Night to the exclusion of all other songs, but even though I tear up laughing each and every time I hear that song, I bet my friends were wanting something more along the lines of sarah macklaucklin (sic). Sigh. So i'm still putting the Cartman song on there, but it's going to be buffered by some really sappy ass carols that they are all sure to like.

Keith had a job interview today. In Maryland. And he totally got the job. Round of applause for one more person getting the fuck out of Indiana.

I've destroyed the living room (like a chihuahua can destory a bathroom) with my packing. I forgot that I let Jenny take my biggest suitcase home with her when she was here. Whoops. I might have to check more than one bag. More likely, though, I will resort to only wearing one outfit the whole time I am in the midwest. Cold kills off stink, right?

It's 80 degrees here today, and the Santana winds are here again, and they're fucking up everyone's respiratory tracts but it made for a magical walk across campus this morning. Nothing seems more magical to me than walking through crunchy leaves with the wind kicking them up and my hair blowing perfectly away rather than into my face like I'm in a commercial for something. Something related to leaves, I guess.

I have one more mornign of obligation and then I am going to sit around, doing absolutely nothing, until I get on the plane and head there to do absolutely nothing. Lovely.

I cant' pack, it's absurd. I have no idea what I'll need for a winter. It's freaking me out, I have had to scrap several packing lists, which is not usual.

I'm tired.

I've been watching the oc season 1 every free second I've had this week. Nice, huh.

I have to go pick up some salad and bread for this thing tonight. Laters.

Typing Your Eyes Out

Uhm. Ahaem.

So, Jenny, you might have been right when you said it's Davis tradition to freak out first and overreact and ask questions later. along those lines, errrrrrrrrrm, I called this morning and the nice but bored-with-my-panicked-tone phone operator informed me that if my shit isnt' there by the end of the week, I'll just have to resend it. And it won't disqualify me. I intend to blame it on the respective registrars of the offending universities. If anyone asks questions.

But. That means I am not actually going to slit my wrists or any other such reactive nonsense. In fact, I am going to do other, more constructive things instead.

I cleaned up my entire life in the span of two hours this morning. Ran the necessary transckript-related errands, bought software from the bookstore, got two books in my mailbox (woot), faxed something from my favorite copy shop where I was greeted with enthusiasm by two of the employees.

anyway. it's another gorgeous day and since my time in socal is limited this month I am going to go revel in the awesomeness of not having fucked myself with the graant and also that my stats class is a hilarious joke. I will be posting, at the end of the week, the various amusing things the "instructor" has said since I am, in true Rob-Cason-style, writing them all down in my stats notebook dutifully to report back to you guys. Because I laughed a lot. Look forward to that. Now, I am going to start (yay! I've been anxiously awaiting this!) my packing list while I also work out some minor travel details with those of you with whom I am visiting next (holy shit!) week.

word to your motha

In A Big, Big Way I Am Really Small

I just realized I shot myself in the foot in a really irreparable way. God. Dammit. I can't believe I'm that fucking stupid. I can't believe that I didn't turn in all the required paperwork for this stupid fucking graant on time, and therefore my application will be unceremoniously rejected. Holy. Shit. I hate myself a lot right now.

I've also felt really sick all day. That kinda sucks. My stomach is all fucked up and I need to get to bed so I can get up early enough to go to this incredibly lame staats workshop in the morning and every morning this week. I doubt seriously that I'll be getting any kind of peaceful sleep. I can't fucking believe I did that. All time most retarded thing I ever did.

**** (letting it goooooo)*****

So Ash left this morning. Waah. I miss her tons already. We had so much fun. La la la. It's JD's birthday today and he's getting pretty old. hahahaha. We went and ate thai food and then saw ocean's 12 for 7 bucks total. Nice. I wish i didnt' have to ruin his special day by feeling pukey. Now I feel extra pukey, now that I just effectively cut off my nose to spite my face just as ashleigh predicted i would.

fuck. just, fuck.

let's see. we went shopping a lot and ate at restaurants a lot and that was good. I had a birthday in there, that was good. THanks a bundle to everyone who called and otherwise made it clear that they remembered. I heart you guys. Thanks for the comp cd Jenny AND Keith, and thanks for the birthday presents you didn't actually buy for me but I told myself you got me to jusitfy buying shit for myself. Stacey, you bought me the loveliest sweater. And Chris Daniels, I had no idea you could pick out such cute earrings. Thanks guys.

we went down to san diego yesterday and it was rad.
we saw closer and ate at cheesecake factory on my birthday. which was an awesome birthday party.

and lots of other fun stuff. if you want to know how fun you'll just have to come visit yourself, huh

ihave to go dry my hair. And then dry heave myself to sleep. I am such a colossal fuckup. god DAMMIT.