yesterday was good. my morning was so excellent, followed by lunch on the grass. and then, you know the paper that I wrote in about two hours? A. bonus! I am unbelievably lucky.

then work. blah.

then fun! yay. I did the dishes and cleaned the house and got ready for people to come over and to go out. it was like old times last night, a big group but nothing too intense. I'd write more about it but that would kill it, it was just fun, nothing poetic or noteworthy. back here, we watched Rushmore and play fought and I made pasta. I think I fell asleep on the couch because the next thing I knew everyone was leaving and the movie was over.

Today I didn't wake up until noon, thank goodness our morning class was canceled. I gave my Honors presentation half-hungover, but they still loved it. sometimes its a wonder to me that I've done as well as I have in school. i seem to slide by in a lot of respects yet nothing has ever happened to deter me from doing that.

I'd write more, but frankly I'm just in a non-mood right now. I have to work at three and I am seriously considering skipping. because blah, all I want to do is have fun and work will suck times a million and I won't get to leave until 11.

I can't make up my mind as to whether I'm too open / too closed. or maybe I'm just the right thing at the wrong time. sometimes I worry that my secrets will spill out at the wrong times or I'll let one wrong word escape. here in the afterglow of fun, I worry about effects and consequences. I wax and wane, and I wonder how it is my moods can change so much. (though my base mood has been good for quite some time now.) I guess the root of this emotion is that I think my roommate is ticked off because my slightly drunk friends and I came home and made noise for a long time. and I don't like when I can tell people are in bad moods.

also, I got my hair cut and it makes me not feel like myself somehow. it belongs on a shorter girl, or a more make-up-y girl, or something. hm. have you ever noticed sometimes I have a problem with being a girl? it's strange. maybe I should look into that.

a-ight diziaryland land. I guess I'm going to caterslave now.

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