Today? Errands, studying, and hopefully a trip to see Ocean’s 11 tonight.
Here is a thing I wrote up so that my diary would hopefully avoid being extremely boring today. It’s one of those email survey things.
My hair: Light brown. Or blond? Shoulder-length and very poofy.
My makeup: Copious amounts of chapstick. Does that count?
My dream: Fly in space, write a book, play the piano well. Be in love. Be happy.
My obsession: Writing, outer space, coffee, and music. And my friends.
My most attractive feature: Hmm. I have been told I have very pretty eyes.
My favorite thing to do: Have coffee and good conversation with a friend.
I’m wearing: Khaki corduroys. Long sleeve black shirt. Christmas socks.
I’m eating: Blueberry yogurt.
I’m drinking: Water.
I’m listening to: My mp3 collection. Currently playing Vertical Horizon, “Falling Down”
I’m feeling: A bit stressed, a bit tired. Ready to go home for Christmas break!
I’m thinking: I want to go into San Francisco tomorrow and see the bridge again.
I’m going to: Go finish reading my book. And then study.
I see: A picture of me and my sister. Surrounded by a really messy bedroom (ick).
I need: To quit procrastinating and study for finals. And vacuum my floor.
I find: Ants in my kitchen cabinets. And in my bathroom. {sigh}
I want: It to be next saturday, with me on an eastward-bound airplane.
I have: Glittery fingernails. For now anyway.
I wish: I knew what I wanted to do with my life.
I love: My friends. My family. Dancing in dark clubs with loud music.
I hate: Loneliness. Pastries (except hot fresh now Krispy Kremes).
I miss: My friends. Summer quarter ’98. Living in harris.
I fear: Swimming pool drains (I know, it’s bizarre). Failing a class.
I smell: My vanilla candle. Mmm.
I wonder: If grad school was really the right thing to do after all.
I regret: The way I burdened my best friends last year. Not having more courage.
(5:55 p.m.)
Whenever finals roll around, I always fall into cleaning mode. I tell myself that I can’t possibly study unless I clean up the pigsty that is my room, and so I get to work. Today I dropped off a bag of clothes at Goodwill. It had been sitting on my floor taking up precious space since September. Woohoo! But I forgot to take my old computer monitor, which I was also going to donate. Turns out Aaron said he’d like to have it. I wasn’t going to get any money for it anyway, but it still works fine and I didn’t want to toss it. Now I’ll just give it to Aaron. One more item out of my hands.
It’s sort of scary. My cleaning sprees used to consist of simply moving piles of paper around the room until somehow it looked cleaner. Now, they involve big trash bags and getting rid of large things.