you can't love too much one part of it

Well, I have this time when I usually have class, so I thought I'd take the opportunity to blog. I mean, I've already been productive enough today, right? For starters, I went to humanities. That's being a good student. Then I came back and did my David Laundryere. I typed up my "research paper" so I atleast have something to take to English tomorrow. I decided that I'm probably going to take COM181 even though it's not going to bring me closer to graduation, but I wouldn't say that it's not going to further my education. We all need to learn about interpersonal communications, right? Anyway, so now I've figured out my fifteen hours for next semester, starting everyday at 9:30 and finishing everyday in the 12:00 hour, except for that COM lab. I'm a little confused about that. But anyway, that's a good time. Went to lunch. Came back and got my Local-83 membership kit. That makes me completely fourteen years old. I love it. I played a leetle geeter. Now I'm sitting here listening to Heavier Things. John Mayer has been invading MSU's campus, might I add. We saw a Heavier Things 2003 Tour tshirt this morning. And when we were leaving HUM this morning, the fella Holly and I conveniently refer to as "John Mayer" was singing "You can't love too much one part of it..." from Wheel. Always puts a smile on my face. Why am I fourteen?

Speaking of being a child, I'm a copycat. I'm all jealous of those kids with the Xangas, so I added me a little feature there at that bottom of each of my posts where you can send me comments. It's not like I really write much of anything worth commenting on, but I gotta keep up with the Joneses, you know. I guess it would be easier to just transplant myself to xanga.com, but I'm no traitor. Keepin' it real with Blogger. It takes a little more work, but I can also do all that "currently playing" business.

Currently Playing:
Heavier Things by John Mayer

+Split-Screen Sadness

Okay, that was just too much work, and it looks like crap. Ah, why do I need to put that on here anyway? Y'all already know the only music that plays in the 231 is John Mayer...

dela is climbing the walls

[Mmkay. I wrote this first part earlier, but accidently clicked "draft" before I posted it. I couldn't figure out why it wasn't showing up. Now I know.]

It's all dark and rainy and quiet, and I love it. I don't really have any assignments gnawing at me for the moment, and it's beautiful. I love just sitting here and listening to the quiet. I don't know how I was ever bored. That's saying the state of having nothing to do is bad, but oh, how I beg to differ. There's hardly anything better.

Today was alright. I think I did a lot better on that Spanish test than I originally thought I would. I went and talked to Hamurabi. He's about the most worthless advisor on the face of the planet, so between me, my MAP report, the Murray Bible, and Advisor Holly, maybe I'll graduate some day. Maybe I won't. Eh.

After I blogged last night, Becca came by. It's been long time, no see, lemme tell ya. Especially since we used to be best friends. We went down in history as a statistic when, after we were roommates for one solitary semester, we basically quit talking altogether. I guess the fact that she moved to Hester didn't help, but not to say that it was all her fault. There was some kind of strange tension between us during Christmas break last year, and that, I think, perpetuated the deterioration of the friendship. But it was really good to see her. I love her to death, but I guess we just were not meant to be roommates. I don't really think what happened was anyone's fault. I think we kinda grew up and out of each other. When we see each other, we always still laugh. We have so many memories, but they seem to have faded into the background of my mind. It's so weird how people come in and out of our lives. I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. And I really don't have anything else to say right now, so maybe I blog later when I can form a coherent thought.

[This is now.]

So Cranium Fest fell through. Who knows what happened, but you know, I'm cool with that. I don't know that I was really in the mood to play. I'm more in kind of a laid-back, chillin' mood. However, I did hang out over in the other side of the Freak Suite for a little while. Me and Lesil belted out some good ol' crunchy music, as her cheap little three-hole punch served as my guitar, microphone, bow, and fiddle. Her multi-purpose instrument was her keyboard wrist rest (I guess that's what you'd call it). That's about as wound up as I got tonight. That's as good as it gets.

I could almost convince myself to go to bed early tonight. I don't really have anything to do for tomorrow. Do I ever do anything for humanities? If you said no, you get a gold star (thank you, Lewis). And I don't have creative writing. Paaarty. And I really don't know if I've ever done much of anything for EDP. So I have this huge break from like 11:00 until 4:00 tomorrow. Sounds like a good time to sleep, if you ask me. I don't know. I'll probably go meet Justin at 3:20 because that's just the way things work. Of course, if he decides not to show up, I might beat him within an inch of his life. Because I'm like that. You know, a violent, begrudging person.

i'm okay if you're okay with wastin' time

*sigh* It feels good to breathe. When I'm stressed out about doing something, I don't breathe until I've finished. So right now, I should not be breathing, but I am.

Today has been an interesting day to be me in the world of academia. We started things off right in Humanities. [Note: You'll probably never hear me say that again.] I got an 85 on a paper that I didn't even watch the movie that it was over. I racked up 5 points of extra credit by displaying my Rule of Thirds skills-- thank you, Cat-Dawg. That pushed my test grade of 92 up to a 97. And we're all cool. Until I have to come back to the room to finish up that short story. I called upon the muses and got the last-minute-crunch adrenaline a-flowing. It worked. I was a page short, but you know, what can you do? But right before I got to enjoy the satisfaction of turning that draft in, I was handed my long-awaited graded poetry revisions. Yeah, I got a B+ on them and the poetry part of the class altogether. Must I reiterate? I probably deserve a B+. I should be happy with that. But I have sources that tell me some people who did not deserve As did indeed receive them. Looks like I'll be slashing some tires tonight. With all of that out of the way, it was time to prepare for tomorrow. I was supposed to have three pages of my research paper done. But in a vision, I remembered ol' Marcie Johnson saying that this draft could be hand-written. So what if that three pages of crap I wrote doesn't have sources, even though that was the whole purpose of the assignment? Now I should be studying for that Spanish test tomorrow. Luckily, I know that I'm not going to be alone when it turns me over its knee and rips me a new one. My whole class is sucking it up. But that's probably not going to stop me from attempting to slit my wrist (the correct way, of course) with the test paper. It'll probably take all class period, so I'm probably just going to hand Mica a blank, slightly bloody test. That'll get me far in life. Oh, yeah, and I'm sorry for that graphically morbid mental image I just gave you.

Enough whining, right? I guess so. But my life is so boring that it's about all I know to do right now. This semester is whoopin' my tail. Not so much that I'm not going to do well, but it's taking a lot out of me to do it. Of course, all of this would be easier if I didn't just waste all my time away. But what fun would that be? I just tell myself that when due dates and test dates come around, I either have my homework done or I don't, I'm either studied up or I'm not, and when that date has passed, it has passed. (Anybody feeling a little Epictetusy?) I have to ask myself, is it really worth getting all worked up over? Most of the time, the answer is no. I just wish I could convince myself of that.

because i have no original ideas

current clothing: My new Heavier Things Tour 2003 longsleeve tshirt that I'm oh-so-excited about with my Berea College Fall Preview tshirt under it. My new jeans from WalMart that I don't really like, but I bought them because I needed them.
current mood: I'm really stressed and a little jumpy. And it's my favorite mood. It's called watch-out-I-might-cry-at-any-moment.
current taste: Hmm. The number six from BK I just ate?
current hair: 'Froin' it as usual. It's all fuzzy and wadded up in a pony-tail-ish formation.
current annoyance: John's whining in the live version of Comfortable we have. I love him, but sheesh.
current smell: I smell like Corvette Lanes. That's promise.
current thing you ought to be doing: Many, many things. My short story for one. It's due in eighteen hours. I hope my bra holds out.
current jewelry: None. I don't do jewelry much.
current book: The next book I have to read is Possession. I think Michelle, Jennie, and I are going to rent it from Blockbuster. So much for that book...
current refreshment: Well, I did have the Burger Kink, but its remains are in the garbage can right outside Springer.
current worry: Getting this story done and surviving the rest of this week. It's-a gonna be rough.
current crush: It's been a while since I've really had a crush, I guess. I don't wanna talk about love, 'kay?
favorite celebrity: Doesn't this question kinda stick out? We got all these "current"s, and them BAM! There's a "favorite". I don't know. Celebrity? John Mayer, of course.
current longing: To be done with this semester. I've really enjoyed it, but I'm starting to get a little frazzled with it.
current music: Well, you know, when I first started to answer this question, Man on the Side was playing, but then I had to use the bathroom. Now we got Sucker. Good stuff.
current wish: That I didn't have to do any homework and I could sit here and play guitar.
current lyric in your head: I don't really have any mental lyric conflicting with what I'm hearing, so the words to Sucker. "Your tired words, your tired words are all the same...."
current makeup (if you're a girl!): Whatever's left from about 9:00 this morning, which is not much at all. It wasn't much to begin with.
current undergarments: Some WalMart goods. I'm not even sure.
current regret: Pulling out infront of those three cars as I was turning left onto Chesnut. I don't know what I was thinking. I don't guess I looked. Anyway, I still feel like I'm about to have a heart attack.
current desktop picture: Mankeys runnin' free.
current plans for tonight/weekend: Um, tonight I have to finish that story. And this weekend? Well, Holly and Val are rollin' out for UK. I figure I'll stay here, do some homework, and watch these four walls close in on me.
current cuss word du jour: There for a couple days I was kinda dropping bombs all over the place, but I'm trying to stop. But you can only imagine the words that flew out of my mouth as I went up on two when I pulled out infront of that car.
current disappointment: With the mood I'm in, I can go into a lot of disappointments that I'm sure this question wasn't even referring to. I'm gonna just keep movin'...
current amusement: As far as entertainment goes, me and Holly are really strange about just sitting here and rockin' out to some music. I didn't realize how odd that is until the day that Adrienne pointed that out. But we're all cool. It's a good time.
current IM/person you're talking to: I'm not talking to anyone. I have my messenger set to away. Yes. I leave it there even when I'm at my computer. So?
current love: Round Two of my favorite songs on Heavier Things. Here's to you Clarity, Split-Screen Sadness, and Only Heart.
current obsession: John, of course.
current thing or things on your wall: Lots of random stuff. Plenty of music posters. Pictures. I don't know. Go read Holly's.
current favorite book: The Murray Bible. Not really, but I've been seeing a lot of it lately.
current favorite movie: Mmmkay. I always say The Count of Monte Cristo to answer this question. But I haven't watched it in forever, so I feel like I don't have the right to claim it anymore.

and then i found twenty dollars

I've been working on this short story, and I'm not feeling so good about it. I don't know, I think it'll be alright, I just gotta get going. I figure I'll have a creative enlightenment at about 1:30 on Tuesday. The story is due at 2:00. Whatever works.

I keep getting distracted by the box my new guitar tuner is in. I keep catching it out of the corner of my eye and thinking, hey, that looks like a box of condoms. It really does. I guess I could put it in my guitar case. But that would make too much sense.

I just hung my Springer-Franklin udai up on the bed post. Nothing like the smell of stale cigarettes and grease. No, really. I declared tonight that I enjoy second-hand smoke. What the crap is wrong with me? But it's true. I've inhaled it all my life. I wouldn't go so far as to say that I'm addicted to it, but I don't really mind it so much. What I do mind is the way someone smells after they've sucked down a cigarette. Or sat in Log Cabin for a while. Anyway, about hanging up my hoodie, it about looked like Wednesday in here earlier. We decided that this room was out of control and we'd clean it up a little before Justin and Ryan got here. (Don't feel special. We really just used y'all as an excuse to put all of our junk up where it needed to be.) But I didn't make my bed, but I guess the least I could do before I crawl in it is remove all the stuff that I wouldn't normally sleep with. *surveys bed to look for more inappropriate objects* Oh, look. There's Michelle's short story, oh, and my comb under my pillow. Sheesh.

Hmm. There's a John Mayer Haiku Contest with first prize being tickets to any show of choice with a meet and greet. Wouldn't that be awesome? Maybe I should submit some. You know, Ann told me that my haikus were the best poetry I wrote in class. But what does she know? If that woman doesn't give me my grade on my revisions this week I think I'll hunt her down and...

Sorry. I guess I need to calm down. Despite that fat cup of cappucino I just had, I think I'm going to try to go to sleep, but I'll probably just end up lying there thinking of John haikus. Catch y'all on the flipside, homes(es).