you're a part-time lover and a full-time friend

Life is nice.
Things are nice.
I am nice(er than I have been before? Hopefully?).

If I met a boy who could play geetar like PJ and smell like KT, I would be theirs. But, as is, I'm kinda not anyone's / someone's / no one's / in the dumbest way. And I don't care that he can't play guitar and that he's average-smelling, because I never ever get bored of him and never think he's anything less than great. I dunno, I'm kind of a sad sappy sucker it seems... mostly because I miss him and everyone else at school.

Wa wa waaaa

I used my sewing machine finally and made a shirt out of an icky old lady dress, and I'd have to call it a success if anyone asked.

Oh boy Oberto

All that's happened? Well,...

First semester ended, passing grades, even though I turned in the Art History exam completely blank. My roommate decided to move out and I'm pleased as punch, but hoping I just somehow won't get a new one. Dune and Adam moved into their apartment yesterday, and that should be exciting I guess. There's a wolf shirt store in the mall that put all their goods on clearance, so I'm planning on making some fashions out of wolfshirts... we'll see how that goes.

I'm really missing Milwaukee more than I ever thought I could, but I guess it's the people.

On Tuesday, my dad, Jack and I are leaving for Colorado to snowboard for some days. I have Jack's old board (finally not renting) and a new purple jacketcoat. Should be sweet. Thing is, though, we get back the 13th, and my new classes start the 14th, and I actually have morning classes nowadays. This might suck, but I'll stay optimistic.

Palabra a tu madre.