Thursday, February 27, 2003
I just spent a good fifteen minutes walking around with Summer looking for Tom so he could sing us a song. We didn't find him, but during this time she told me a story about how she used to spend a lot of time in the Solarium, the lounge in the building, playing a lot of pool and doing a lot of sluts. So when I got back to my room I called her and planned our diabolical scheme to get back to Tom's room when he gets back, and I asked her if she wanted to do some more sluts 'cause my room is full of it. She said, "no, I don't want Mona!" To which I responded, "but me, on the other hand...?" and she said, the best response ever, "You're not a slut, you're just selective."
Best end to a craptacular craptacular day.
Oh, and Erik...happy anniversary. I'm really happy for you. Really.
9:48 PM
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Wednesday, February 26, 2003
Surprise surprise...things haven't gotten better. The next night I had Josh come back and we each gave our long monologues of what's wrong. Seems like no one's happy. The worst part, though, is that I can't do anything to make it go away. My method, so to speak, is through love...giving someone a hug and trying to literally squeeze whatever's hurting out of them. It doesn't work that way here. No one touches. I can't survive like that.
To top it all off...guess who got a girlfriend? And guess who that girlfriend is? I'll give you a hint..it isn't me.
12:05 PM
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Monday, February 24, 2003
Ironically, last night I had the craziest urge to write, and the site was down. I ended up writing in a paper journal (what, NOT on a computer?!?), rocking back and forth the whole time and periodically staring off into space biting the end of my pen. I wrote about five pages this way.
To add to the excitement, Josh was in my room at the time. Turns out he used to play the same internet game that Mona "works" for now, and they talked about it for what seemed like a lifetime, the whole time me slipping into my other dimension. Neither of them noticed until Josh came over to my desk to see what away message I put up, saw that it was "fetal position", looked over at me, and saw me rocking back in forth stairing into space. He asked if I was okay and I couldn't asnwer. He fucking knew the answer. And I don't like to talk in front of Mona and he knows it, so he let it go until he left. He hugged me with one of those amazing hugs, and whispered "feel better." I still don't want him to let go and it was almost a day ago.
It seems like the more time I spend here the less it feels like home. It dawned on me last night that I won't see any of my "siblings" until summer. That seems like a million years from now...it's still blizzarding here. Summer is like a dream. I miss you guys more and more each day, and I don't know how to deal with it here. Evanston seems more and more where I belong and I realize more and more that it isn't where I am, and that scares the life out of me.
6:55 PM
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Saturday, February 22, 2003
Eirophile (7:48:49 PM): that's freakin awesome
Auto response from Booobay (7:48:49 PM): it's porn night, and Jeff, you know there isn't anything sexier than yellow, bald chicks hitting on you. So, this one's for you....
:-*
I love substituting actual stories with just away messages. I think that says something right there......
But yes, it was the annual porn night tonight, and although it was a crappy porn, I met some cool kids, laughed a lot, and had a good 7 hours. Goodnight, my loves.
11:33 PM
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Thursday, February 20, 2003
I think the stories go like this:
Me: I have to take some tests. I'd better get my ass-raping equipment...
My math test: Oh please can I be your bitch? I'll even say your name!!!
My statics test: But I want to be her bitch!!! Pick me!!!
Me: Well, I guess I can fit it in my schedule to rape you both...
So, in short, I'm warn out. :-)
11:44 AM
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Tuesday, February 18, 2003
I went with Nancy and Summer to the library tonight to do some work, since we all have ungodly amounts of midterms this week.
Nancy's away message:
Sweet sauce all over my body.
my away message:
I don't have any sauce, but is anyone up for whipped cream and green M&Ms?
I mean....
libraryin' it up
Summer's away message:
I'm at the library to watch gay porn, if you want to join me eat a dick. :-)
This is why I love my Triples. There's is absolutely no reason why we should all think in perverse and asshole-ish terms all the time, and yet we do and support each other for it. Ahhhh, sweet sweet friendship.
11:57 PM
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Monday, February 17, 2003
At dinner tonight, Jeff disappeared for about ten minutes. No one knew where he went. We all exchanged sly glances with question marks in our eyes wondering where sick boy was; if he collapsed and died in line ordering his fries. Then he emerged, basket of grilled cheese and french fries in hand, and sat down.
Upon setting down the basket, he wildly flailed his arms, banging his hands against his theighs. I, sitting on the other side of him, was paying mild attention, but was more focused on talking to Summer. I felt his hand brush against my left theigh just above my knee, and swung my head wildly towards him in response. He gave me a quizzical look, as if to say I wasn't allowed to look at him, then figured it out and said, "sorry, I was just wiping the grease from my hands."
Assuming this answer satisfied me, he reached for his basket and picked up the sandwich, bringing it to his lips. At that moment my eyes lit up and I responded with, "Oh, I thought you were just hitting on me."
My humor must have been too much for him, because the bite he just took didn't make it too far and he spent a good thirty seconds searching for air. I almost fell over laughing. Everyone else at our crowded table missed it. Perfectly.
7:48 PM
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I haven't done the 'obnoxious survey' thing in a while....(thanks, Mike):
1) Starting time: 5:27
2) Your name: Nora, stupid (no, the 'stupid' part isn't in my birth name. technically.)
3) Nicknames: Mostly Noby. I get the occasional "Sora" or "Snora" but that's only from the Triples.
4) School: The glorious University of Rochester!
5) Screen Name: don't act like you don't know it. I may start using BeginswithQ again, but I can't remember the password...
6) Eyes: brown
7) Height: taller than Nancy, which is all that matters
8) Pets: My pretty Eddie.
9) Siblings and ages: Anna 20 (almost 21, crazy..)
10) Been so drunk you blacked out: Nah, I've never really had the desire to not know what happened the next day
11) Are you too shy to ask someone out: lately, yes
12) Missed school because it was raining: no, I like the rain. It should be celebrated, not used as an excuse.
13) Set any part of your body on fire for amusement: Haha only once. And technically it was the nail polish soaked on my hand that cought fire, not my actual skin. So nyeh.
14) Kept a secret from everyone: Ohhhh yes.
15) Wanted to hook up with a friend: ...and then I did. :-)
16) Cried during a movie: yes
17) Had a crush on a teacher: I have a crush on one of my math professors. He's so cute and math dork-y!! Just my type.
18) Ever thought an animated creature was hot: Belle from Beauty and the Beast. I'd do her in a minute, given she had flesh and genitals.
19) Planned your week based on the TV Guide: I'm not my sister.....
21) Used Herbal Essences Shampoo: Of course, who DOESN"T want multiple orgasms in the shower?
22) Favorite colors: Navy green.
23) Day or night: usually night.
24) Summer or winter: Summatyme is fun, but winter is pretty. :-)
25) Favorite online emoticon: >:-E
26) Satin or lace: thsexy
27) Favorite cartoon characters: I've become addicted to The Family Guy, but even they can't surpase the wonderfulness of Aqua Teen Hunger Force.
28) Do you like anyone, (if so who): Josh. No shit.
29) Friend you have known the longest: That I'm still friends with? Kate Schwartz, I guess, and Erik & Cammy.
30) Loudest friend: Camille by far.
31) Whose the most shy: Summer. Definitely Summer.
32) Who do you go to for advice: Apparently not Mike...I don't usually need advice. I figure it out. If I need someone to talk to then I'd go to Erik or Josh.
IN THE LAST TWO WEEKS HAVE YOU:
33) Cried: multiple times.
34) Why did you cry: Daddy.
35) Cut your hair: Nope.
36) Worn a skirt: Nope.
37) Met someone new: No, but I've hung out with people that I usually don't. Does that count?
38) Missed someone: Yes. All of Evanston.
39) Hugged someone: Josh. :-)
40) Fought with your parents: I never fight with Mommy.
41) Wished upon a star: Nope.
42) Laughed until you cried: Not lately.
43) Played Truth or Dare: Not in the past two weeks.
44) Watched a sunrise, or sunset: Nope.
45) Spent quality time alone: "quality"....
46) Read a book for fun: Yes!! Everyone read "The Bell Jar" by Sylvia Plathe NOW. It's amazing.
47) Ate Rocks: haha I try to keep rocks far form my mouth.
48) Are you lonely: Nah, Mona never leaves the room. She doesn't really give me a chance to be lonely.
50) Are you in love: I love all of youuuuu.
DO YOU BELIEVE IN:
51) G-d and the Devil: Just G-d.
52) Love: Of course.
53) The closet monster: When I'm at home I still have to sleep with my closet door open or I freak out.
53) Do you believe that Richard Simmons is gay: I believe Richard Simmons should run for president.
55) Superstitions: no, but it's still fun to follow them.
56) What is your full name: Nora I'm Going To Eat Your Children Seidman.
57) Who named you: The parents.
...SHIBS!...
58) Backstreet Boys or N*SYNC: N*Sync rawks my worrrrrrrld
59) What color trousers do you have on right now: blue jeans.
60) Song playing right now: "Don't Let's Start" by They Might Be Giants.
61) Whats the last thing you said online: "everything's going to be okay, m'dear"
62) What is your computer desk made of? : something that isn't wood.
63) What is your favorite number: 9
64) What was the last thing you ate: Veggie chips. Mmmmmm.
65) Where do you want to go on your honeymoon: Somewhere far, far away.
67) What did you do last night: Studied Physics like no one's business, called Erkie, and talked to Josh.
68) What do you notice about the opposite sex: that they're breathing.
69) How are you today: My back may fall off.
70) How do you eat an Oreo: it's all about eating it like a cookie.
71) Who makes you happiest of the opposite sex: Josh when he's happy. Next to him probably Gabe Patay. He's a funny chap.
72) Dream car: I miss Sharpshooter :-(
73) Favorite food: ooo I could go for some Sea Ranch right about now....
74) Favorite day of the year: tomorrow.
75) Favorite guys and girls cologne? : my ass.
76) Do you like to dance: Sure
77) Fast or slow: fastfastfastslooooooow.
78) Gone out in your pajamas?: all the time....
79) If you could change your name, what would it be: Tony Chaos, but it's taken.
80) Do you sleep with a stuffed animal: I can't sleep without Cherub.
81) Have you ever been in love: Yes.
82) What is the stupidest thing you have ever done: A few days ago I was coming in from lunch with David and Suhail, and they got in the elevator with me so they could go to the third floor, and I threw a fit and I thought if I pushed every single button, it would turn them all off and they couldn't get out. But that didn't work, and I had to go to every floor.
83) What will your first son's name be: Jonathan after Dad.
84) What will your first daughters name: Faithe
85) Do you like scary or happy movies better: Whatever's good.
86) On the phone or in person: Person. I'm not so much of a phone person.
87) Do you consider cheerleading a sport: A spectator sport.... *badum-SCHWING!* <--- I'm with Mike Woooooo!
88) Do you want kids?: RIGHT NOW.
90) Do you want your friends to write back: sure, why not?
91) End time: 5:45. That wasn't so long....
4:47 PM
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Sunday, February 16, 2003
Today started out fine. I was UP before NOON (big surprise, I know), and Nan and Summer came in to go to brunch. We went Todd Unioning and I got the cutest package from my mother. On the way back we stopped at the corner store and bought Jeff a lot of soup and juice since he is close to death (apparently..), delivered it to his room, and recieved his praises. We're NEVER nice to Jeff. I don't understand. It felt good to still care. But THEN I went back to my room.
Josh was online. Naturally I had to talk to him...it's not like not talking to him every day is even an option anymore. But it was weird. I was still on this high from yesterday when I told myself I'd make 'the move', and then didn't. The moment never felt right. I spent SO MUCH of the day with him, he even pulled me away from not only a good movie but a good movie with my best friends here. For an hour we sat in the coffee shop and talked. Bonded. I told him stories about how Erik wears a 'uniform' and what I base my moral systems on. He told me about pranks in high school and I think we both walked away feeling a bit closer. But it still wasn't the right moment. I play these tapes in my head of exactly how things are going to go, and these tapes become what I call perfect. Then I try to make them happen. Yesterday's tape happened like this:
I'd see him sign on smoetime in the evening and tell him I have something for him, which is a bouquet of those flowers I make. He says "oh, come downstairs. My roomate isn't here." And I go, nervous all the way, butterflies in my stomach taking over. I knock on his door, he answers, and I tell him to close his eyes. He does, I take his left hand and in it I place the flowers. Then, while he opens his eyes, I manouver myself into his arms in a big hug, wispering "happy valentines day" in one of those perfect ways, and kiss him on my way back out of the hug. And it would be perfect.
That moment never came. Every time I saw him he came upstairs to get me. Mona NEVER leaves our room except for two reasons: to go to class or when she's with me. So I never got to surprise him, and every time I got my goodbye or hello hug, she was there. Someone was there. I went crazy. I miss him.
Now I"m falling for him more, and when I talked to him today I was ready to ask him to come up so I could give him my surprise. I already told him I have something for him. He remembers that I never delivered. So he said he wasn't in the best of moods, and I asked if I could come down. He said no. Repetively. I asked why, and he said "because no one here knows I cry." I paniced. I wanted nothing more than to be in his room, holding him, making him feel better. Giving him soft kisses on the top of his head to melt away his pain and sadness. This is all I ask. He won't let me. I spent the rest of the day waiting for him to tell me that he's better and I can spend time with him. He never said it. I'm still freaked out.
Perfect time for sleep, eh?
Goodnight.
1:51 AM
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Friday, February 14, 2003
I know it's after midnight, but I've had a busy day and I just can't resist a good poem...
Fuck Valentines Day
Adam Bush
Hearts and roses and kisses galore
What the hell is all that shit for?
People get funny and start acting queer
It is definitely the most annoying day of the year
Guys act all sweet, but it will soon fade
For all they are doing is trying to get laid
This day needs to get the hell over with and pass
Before I shove a dozen roses up Cupid's ass
I'll spend the day so drunk I can't speak
And wear all black for the rest of the week
The arrow Cupid shot at me must not have hit
Because I think love is a crock of shit
So that's how it is, what more can I say?
Love bites my ass...Fuck Valentines Day!
11:38 PM
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Thursday, February 13, 2003
Taken straight from the man himself...
Monday, January 21, 2002
Nora,
It's deadly commonplace, but after all, the commonplaces are the great poetic truths.
-Robert Louis Stevenson
8:04 PM
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For a while now I"ve been trying to put my friendship with Erik into words. Like why we piss each other off so easily and seemingly so often but we still remain such good friends. I think I've found a good expaination why:
My away message right now:
"I always thought that if I held you tightly, you'd always love me like you did back then."
Erik's away message:
"I fell asleep and the city kept blinking."
(for those of you who aren't Wilco freaks, those two lines are from the same song, his away message is the line after my away message. It seems less cool when I have to explain it..)
I guess we just think and exist too much alike to be anything but close friends. :-)
12:39 PM
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Wednesday, February 12, 2003
You know what the best part of these bloggers is?
The fact that I don't use enetation and my comments never fail. And Mike yelled at me when I chose to use something else....
4:44 PM
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Tuesday, February 11, 2003
I can't decide if getting this message from a friend is funny or awful:
Nancy: god damn woman, its 7:00, we have class in two and a half hours, hurry so we wont be late.
Auto response from Booobay: I can't think of better thoughts to sleep on than love and friendship. With this in mind, I say "goodnight."
12:29 PM
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There's so much that I want to say to him but I don't know how. I want to tell him that it's my only aspiration right now to see him smile. That when he's not happy all I want to do is hold him and make the pain go away. That I want to curl up with him and fall asleep listening to his heart beat. That no one else makes me upset because they're not happy. He just told me that he's not happy and hasn't been for a long time and I almost cried. I'd do anything to make that sadness melt away and for him to know that I think he's wonderful and has no reason to not think so too. He'd try to dissuede me, but I don't think there's anything he could tell me that would make me think any less of him. I don't think that's possible.
I spend so much of my life trying to feel less for people until I have some certainty. I don't like this not knowing, but with him I really can't help it. I'm hopeless.
11:53 AM
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I don't know if I'm ready for this. We have fun when we're around each other, we talk like old friends. When he's not around, I miss him. He wasn't online for a few hours today and I couldn't stop thinking about him and trying to think of logical explainations of why he wasn't there. My wildest fantasy is to have him in my room cuddling with me while we watch movies on my laptop. I'd do anything to feel his body next to mine.
In short, I think I'm really falling for him, and I don't know what to do.
12:34 AM
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Sunday, February 09, 2003
The second night of Improv Chutney was tonight. Groups from U Mass Amhurst came and performed, as well as UR's In Between the Lines. In the duration of tonight's show and last night's show, the improver's seemed to hit upon every single inside joke that I have created with Nancy and Summer. Not only did they mention jiration twice, they pointed to their crotch like I do so often, they did Nora-animations, they mentioned Harry Potter, pediphilia, spanking, and said "sho nuff". At points it felt as though they were performing for just the three of us. It was the best end to this day I could have ever hoped for.
1:01 AM
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Saturday, February 08, 2003
Sometimes, being happy is just too much and it all comes crashing down on you at once. Everyone's pissed at each other but won't say so, everyone's annoyed and is trying to hide it. Sometimes that just doesn't work. Sometimes you need something else. I need to spend time away from everything. But now that I am and now that I think that's what I want, I was wrong. I need someone. I need to not be alone. But I don't want the everyday stuff. I need something more. I need love. Real love. Not this we-can-joke-around-and-still-know-that-we-love-each-other love, I need the kind where someone is going to come up here when I'm upset and hold me until I stop crying because it's so exhausting. I need someone who will tuck me in before I go to sleep. I need someone who knows how to be nice sometimes. I need someone who doesn't lie. I need to take a break, and I don't know how.
As Hannah so beautifully put it:
I don't want to be lonely,
I just want to be alone.
4:02 PM
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For the first time in a long while, I cried myself to sleep on my birthday. It was the most comforting thing I've ever done.
There isn't a day that goes by that I don't think of him and miss him. My desktop is loaded with his pictures, and even now I'm wearing his clothes. It never gets easier. The only thing I could ever dream of right now is that he's still here, calling me to wish me a happy birthday or good luck on my upcoming tests. I want to give him a hug. I want to see his face. I just want him to be alive.
3:00 PM
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Auto response from Booobay: "No one should be sick at Christmas, unless they abuse children or fuck animals."
Sun4shine84: or unless they're jewish:-D
I've trained her well. :-)
12:56 PM
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Friday, February 07, 2003
The least nice part of your body is defnitely the gag-spot. You know, that one place in the back of your throat that makes you throw up whenever you touch it? Most people know how to avoid contact with such places, but I'm not that skilled, and have subsequently hit it while brushing my teeth not only this morning, but yesterday morning also. Since I don't eat in the mornings, especially not before I hit the bathroom, I run to a stall and throw up bile until the nausea goes away and I can get on with my morning. I think my gag-reflex may just be making fun of me, but I'm not so sure.
What's a blonde's favorite desert?
Two fingers!
11:57 AM
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Wednesday, February 05, 2003
It's my birthday and I'll do what I want to
Fuck you it's my birthday.
A special holiday only for me, so do what I say,
it's my party, I'll make you cry if I want to...or leave.
Fuck you, it's not your birthday, so do what I say.
For 24 hours your wishing me well
364 days I'm in hell, Oh well.
Happy Birthday to me.
alone on my Birthday,
I'm going to Denny's 10 times today
No Tip! it's my birthday, so do what I say
How could you forget my birthday?
That's really immature
Fuck you for forgetting my birthday
you didn't do what I say
24 hours no wishing well
now 365 days I'm in Hell, Oh well
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me, Spank Me!
Oh well, Happy Birthday to me,
I can't believe you forgot my birthday
it's my birthday and you're wrecking it
now it's jsut like any other day
you didn't do what I say
How could you forget my birthday?
That's really immature...
Fuck you for forgetting my birthday
you didn't do what I say
24 hours no wishing well
now 365 days I'm in Hell, Oh well
Happy Birthday to me.
Happy Birthday to me!
12:04 PM
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Tuesday, February 04, 2003
Followup:
Jeff got his mattress back and was really pissed. He made Summer and I re-make his bed, and was being a nazi dick about it, so Josh and Tom are going to help us think of something good to get him back for being such an asshole. Any suggestions?
10:57 PM
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Gannett 6 Jeff has been having a field day with warning Summer, Nancy, Tom (his roomate), and me. So to get him back we warned him up to 93% until he couldn't sign back on again, and figured we had to do one more thing. Naturally, we went to Laura's room to prank call him. When we called, Jeff wasn't there, and we played sound files for Tom instead. I said, "So Tom, is there any cool prank we can play on Jeff instead?" And he said, "Well, you could do something to his bed..."
So, naturally, I bolted to his room.
My first idea was to take off his sheets and re-make the bed with only his blankets, but when I took off his blankets, I had them in my arms in the hall talking to Laura and Sara, and when they left around the bend, laura yelled "Jeff's coming!" So I bolted with all of his stuff down the back stairs and went to Sam's room to drop them off. When I came back upstairs I went to Summer's room and told her what I did, and we IMed Tom to see if Jeff was gone. He said he was, so we went back to Gannett.
Tom said that Jeff had a hissy-fit when he got back and yelled "when I get back from basketball this bed better be made!" and left. So, naturally, we took his mattress, put it in the Gates bathroom, and went to Sam's to get his sheets and blankets. We took them back up to his room and I re-made his bed without the mattress (after all, he didn't specify that he wanted his bed made WITH the mattress), and Summer and I moved it to her room away from the window. And then we took pictures with Tom's digicam, so we have it all on film.
Jeff is going to shit in his pants when he gets back, and I'm waitin' fo rit.
This was, by far, the best hour's alternative to math homework ever.
9:48 PM
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In his away message, and has been for days:
"You're waiting for someone
To put you together
You're waiting for someone to push you away
There's always another
Wound to discover
There's always something more you wish he'd say,
He's everything you want
He's everything you need
He's everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
He says all the right things
At exactly the right time
But he means nothing to you
And you don't know why
I am everything you want
I am everything you need
I am everything inside of you
That you wish you could be
I say all the right things
At exactly the right time
But I mean nothing to you
And I don't know why"
"I wish I knew you better so I'd have a reason to feel the way I do about you now, and you might never know I feel this way"
I wish more than anything else I knew who that last part was written for.
11:00 AM
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Monday, February 03, 2003
This is why I love Summer:
Smoothie at the coffee shop-
$3.99
No Doz at common market-
$0.89
Movie ticket-
$4.00
Look on Jeff's face throughout Jackass The Movie-
FUCKING PRICELESS :-D
It's funny 'cause it's true. I sat next to Jeff during that movie, and he spent the first half with a blank stare on his face and his jaw gaping, and the second half his head was down 'cause he didn't want to watch anymore. I couldn't stop laughing.
12:29 PM
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Sunday, February 02, 2003
There are only five words to describe last night: topless chicks with nipple piercings.
I danced with my TA from chemistry last semester, and damn is he hot....Nan spent a good deal of time trying to figure out if he was bi or gay 'cause she thinks he was hitting on me and I definitely wouldn't mind him being attracted to girls, although I think I'd be happier if he were gay and still hitting on me. It's my dream in life to turn a gay guy bi for me. But it was kind of weird flirting with Ben. I told him at one point "I'm sorry, I can't stop thinking of you as my chem TA" and he said "don't worry, it's all in the past, we're past that now." He's a really nice guy.
Sadly, I didn't hook up with any girls nor did I score any didgets, but it was still amazing to be able to be out. OUT. I love my girls here. I really do.
8:49 PM
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Saturday, February 01, 2003
And after getting stuck in an elevator for an hour (exactly - we counted down to when we'd be there an hour and on "one" it started moving again) with Summer, Mona, Mary, Jeff, and Tom, I've been primping myself to go to a gay club tonight!!! This is supposed to be the gayest place in Rochester. I'm excited. I look absolutely georgous and I'll post pictures when I get them back.
8:40 PM
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As Erik so nicely put it:
"Nora: I did a Kazaa search for "queers" and got "back that ass up" by Juvenile.
Nora: hahahahahhaha
Nora: Multiple times."
This was a couple nights ago. One of the most fun nights I've had here in a while.
Thursday evening started off with Summer and I poppin' pills (No-Doz is my new g-d), and going to juggling practice. We both hit breakthroughs while freakin' out 'cause there is NOTHING FUNNIER than caffine pills and watching people try to ride a unicycle balancing on a giant ball.
After juggling practice, there was the "welcome back" improv show of the semseter. I went with Summer, Nance, Mona, Boyer, and Keesing. Boyer did quite a wonderful job of beating the shit out of me on the way there. The tempting-ness of the snow is just too much sometimes. So, as per usual, I had to watch the show with a wet butt. Fun.
But AFTER the show is where the quote pertaining to the queers and juvenile comes in. Haha, I know you were all looking for the link...I've recently gotten into really *working* on playlists. I want to make them absolutely perfect. All the time. So the one I'm working on now, called "Can't You See I'm Falling in Love?" is completely love songs. I thought I'd need some outside help to add to the variety of the mix, so I asked Leprechaun Josh. So now I have weird metal floating around. But it's good. For a metal-head, he has surprisingly good taste in music.
I wanted to include this one song by the Queers, so I did a search on Kazaa. And got Juvenile. Over and over again. It was SO not what I'm looking for. And I didn't find the song. But on the bright side, the playlist is really really good. And eventually I may turn it into a mix, but I'd only be able to include about half the songs. *sigh* I miss being in love. But, as a nice alternative, it was really nice talking to Josh about that kind of stuff. He's really a great kid, even if the prospect of ever dating him is getting less and less by the minute.
1:21 PM
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