| Current mood: |  irate |
| Current music: | "Handguns and Second Chances," Senses Fail (yes, that's what is stuck in my head) |
this word [love] is not enough, but it will have to do
So yesterday wasn't such a spiritual day. I had problems with the belly dancing, because I was restless and wanted to stop after about three seconds, so I did. I had problems sitting still during meditation, and so I spent about fifteen minutes trying to get a good chakra meditation going, but Loreena McKennittt was bothering me on the CD player, and even after I turned it down, it wasn't working out right for me. I dunno. Not every day is going to be easy.
So around two-thirty I got to Dan's yesterday, and we had sex. Then we sat around. We had dinner with Rachel when she got home -- linguine in tomato sauce. And then we watched TV, and then we had more sex, and then he took me home and I went to bed at midnight
So while today was going to be the day I got up at 7:30, I pushed that back to tomorrow. Maybe I won't until next week. This can be my 8:00 week, and starting next week, I'll do 7:30, so I don't have to rush to get ready for class and such. But at this rate, I won't have anywhere to get ready, because I'll be living in a cardboard box in the fishbowl, outside the Res Life office. Because they still haven't sent me any housing information. That's right. None. And if I don't get it today, I'm having my mommy call and yell. Because as much as I like to play confrontational on TV, I'm just not, and I'll end up letting them dismiss me as usual, and it'll upset me. Then, when she asks for information and I don't have it, it will upset her. I just want to know where the hell I'm living and who the hell I'm living with. I don't feel this is too much to ask.
Anyway, today Dan works from 9 - 6, so I have all day by myself to kill. Who knows what kind of trouble I'll get into. I'm going to dye my hair tonight. I've wanted to dye it black all summer, but with lack of funding and support from anybody, I'm just going to dye it cinnaberry and hope that the color comes out dark and rich. It should, since I have two boxes of it just laying around.
Just think, in one week from tomorrow, I'll have an 8:30 class. I won't be sitting here at 8:35, talking to you about nothing at all. I'll be in my class. If I have somewhere on campus to live. I can't believe they're making the most impatient person of all wait like this. It just isn't fair.
So sometime this week I'm going to have to ask for $20 and go downtown to get waxed, because it's driving me absolutely crazy, and I can't pluck my own eyebrows due to the pain factor. But then I think that's such a waste of money, because I should be able to pluck my own. And every time I get them done I tell myself that the maintenence is going to be my job now, and I'll pluck to keep them nice -- but I never do. Argh. I'll have to sit down with tweezers and some ice and take care of this. Maybe today.
Okay, I've got nothing left to say, so I'm going to read through the blogs I read, and then watch Jerry Springer. Bye.
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