She said something like, "I wanna go down where the river's wild"...

So. night.

Had some thoughts on new pages for my website. Top among them was the idea of a Reviews page (with a Submissions subpage). I could chuck up my movie reviews, some of the tv ones... And I could solicit them from people....

I also need to add links to the Stakehouse, the SouthernCon reports, and some other stuff up there. And finish my DexCon report from last year. Hrm.

Links page, links page, links page.

Had an odd encounter with some guys this afternoon... They were apparently selling art for some art auction.. And they couldn't seem to grasp that I had no money on me. Nor did I have a credit card or checkbook. It flummoxed them that I went to work broke.

*shrug* Why wouldn't I? It's not like I'm going anywhere afterwards... And I'd have to REALLY need it to buy gas after midnight.

Besides, I spend money when I have it. Bad things, like groceries and food take it away from me. Oh, and movies and cds.

Actually, I'm rather proud of myself. I still have money in the bank. Yay, me.

Found my Allison Moyet tape this morning. 'D forgotten how much I liked her voice. And, since the tape's out in my car, I can't remember if it's 'Allison' or "Alison".... hrm...

OOH!

Other website note to self: Lyrics.

And pictures. song lists?

hrm. Anyway.

Why doesn't Faith have a consistent tattoo???

And, currently, I'm finding myself giggling and saying strange things about food....

I am sad. And definitely tired.

Buhbye.

When I die, I want you to bury me...

Woke up at 12:10. Decided it wasn't worth it to try going to school. Especially since I missed one class, and the other starts at noon. And then there's the fact that the newsroom will be packed with people all angsty 'cause the paper has to go to the printer today.

No sir, I am NOT at school. I don't need more stress in my life, thank you very much.

Woke up and can vaguely remember my dreams. They were unsettling, to say the least.

I think it's because there were a couple days of small amounts of sleep, but lots of uptime. And no dreams. And now they're all bouncing around in my skull, coming out in the strangest ways.

Was thinking this morning. I have no direction anymore. I have the credits to graduate, yet I'm still clinging to school. Maybe I'm hoping to get popular. Or something odd like that.

The newsroom, the place that used to be my haven and where I was Queen... Has a whole new crop of youngsters, all eager and willing. I was never that good a reporter as it was (still too shy, I think). Reticent?

Maybe this is why Debby and Calandra and Phenix left. Not because they weren't having fun. But because they were suddenly the top of the class, and they were bored with it.

I remember taking philosophy courses. Not because they were required, but because Hartmann was so cool. He made me think, he demanded intelligence from us. And only a few of us were on top of it all.

He used to call Gabe and I the Cooks. *chuckle* I still hear an occassional, "Hey, Cook."

I am incredibly vain about my intelligence. Yet, I rarely use it in real life. I only use it during a class.

Not Business, though. I think I hate business administration. My brain keeps balking at it.

Next semester, no fill classes just so I have 6 credits.

Next semester.... Graduate and move on. To... somewhere.

Just to prove it...

I suck at poetry.

See?

She moved like quicksilver
pouring down a slope
Silver and sleek
liquid movement made flesh

He crept along, matching
not matching,
always reaching to
match her grace

Stopping for him
took too long too
often
others enchanted
the stars

Left him bereft
cleft by
something he shouldn't
feel
couldn't.

And the Slayer
laughed, made fun
threw it back
in his face

Hunted, hunter
prey, killer
owl, hawk
tried to talk

No explanation
enough

Lust is a funny thing
it hits anyone
no matter who they should
be grooving with

She should know
the stars seduced her
long ago

--

There. Bah.

Song of the moment "#1 Crush" Garbage

I have made a new sandwich spread...

Well, for me, anyway.

French cut green beans, cheese and diced garlic. Mmm. On french/white bread, it tastes lovely. Just add lots of salt and pepper. ;)

At least I'm not at the level of ketchup sandwiches. Or chocolate syrup sandwiches. Gabe started those when he was 4. *snicker* I wonder if he still eats them.

And now, work. Must finish getting dressed, and pack my lunch. Whoo! No nasty pasta Chef Boyardee shit!