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Personal State of Alert:
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Reason for Personal State of Alert:
- So this is post-college life? Really? *shivers*

- The Passion of Christ featured a deleted scene where Christ called me out and told me "You're next"

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The Good Life
2002-05-07 - 10:28 p.m.

"Every kind of love, or at least my kind of love, must be an imaginary love to start with..." - Rufus Wainwright

My tummy kinda hurts. I'll deal. I've lost weight! (I think!) And gotten a tan! (I know!) Usually, tans aren't that appealing to me. I'm fairly tan naturally, and getting any darker doesn't really do me any difference, but make my bleached hair possibly look less appropriate. But I got a tan from hanging out at Shasta's pool with her and Jesse this weekend, and I just trimmed my own hair today, and I'm thinking I'm looking pretty good. I think I actually- *gasp*, developed some form of muscles from the pool trip too. Maybe I need to do that more often. Maybe I need to focus on schoolwork.

Ahh, schoolwork. It's my second to last quarter, I thought I would've known better by now, but I'm still doing stuff relatively last minute. I want to self-loathe for it, but I don't even have that kind of spirit. I know it'll get done, and I just pray that it'll live up to my expectations. Every weekend though, *something* distracts me from getting work done. Be it Sidewalk Arts Festival, the parents coming into town, or... something. I think... no, I *know* I ask for it, as far as distractions, but that's just been how things are going. I don't really regret anything... well...

Not being at home all weekend, I got nothing done. That's bad cuz I'm screwing myself, but it's worse because I was assigned on Friday afternoon to read a book onto tape for another student. I wound up not realizing I had this due until Sunday night, at 10:00 pm. I cursed myself out in my bathtub while showering when I realized that... and I had to read it that night and the next morning, and leave a message on the girl's answering machine. She called me ten minutes before her class, and as I promised on the machine, had to rush to the hall to speak with the teacher in person to explain that it was my fault, and not her's.

I screwed her on a quiz she took that day (unless her and her teacher worked out something I'm unaware of), and she needed her textbook back for her paper, which is due tomorrow, and I only left her a two day window to complete. Granted, the paper is only 3 pages, but still... if she was to slack on it, that should've been HER choice, not mine. I feel relatively shitty about that one. Lesson learnt? Yes, earning up to the mistakes you make are important... but when someone else is relying on you, it's doubly important that you do the right thing, and on time. I won't be soon forgetting that one; at least I shouldn't.

But back to painting pretty pictures with words... this weekend was cool. Taco night at Mike's turning into a nite "snuggling" with Jonathan on Friday. Saturday featured lunch at an open, sea-breezy restaurant on the river with Shasta and JaNae... which turned to Shasta's house on the outskirts of town with best friend Jesse for movie night sleep-over, which turned to the next morning of a homemade Shasta breakfast... weirdness on Shasta's floor (push up contests, Homer Simpson "whoop whoop" spinning, a kick-up which hurt my knee, and then wrestling), and finally, a trip to Walmart to buy swimming trunks preceded a 2 1/2 hour long swimming session.

The days were just packed, yet again. It was great fun... stuff that memories will be made of... at the cost of my projects being delayed, and my schoolwork suffering. Delayed gratification? Yeah... I need to work on that. Soon. Right.

I don't feel bad about myself right now, but I might soon, depending on how my design projects work. I'm not doing nearly as well as I should be at the violin, but then, I've barely been practicing. But still, forward progress is being made... I'm not where I *could* be, but I understand that I'm sacrificing work for the sake of some very good times. Except for that whole books on tape thing... I don't feel good 'bout that one. *pout*

"I don't wanna be a low man anymore, been a year or two since I've been out on the floor, shake your booty making sweet love all the night, I wanna go back to the good life." -Weezer

Reason for Terror # 82:

Using phrase "da bomb" unwittingly in phone tapped conversations could lead to arrest and beatings by the FBI, local authorities, and hip police.

Reason for Terror # 81:

There was a little bit of mold on that bread you had this morning.

Reason for Terror # 80:

When evening falls, you can try to drive away; but the moon will be following... always following...