I realize this is my second post of the day. Get over it.

You would be adorable picking up your future daughter in your two door mercedes.

So i'm having a theory making sesh right now, where " What If I Could Catch You, Before You Fall" typa thing. For real. Because it's not one of a motor skills i have yet developed, and i'm pretty sure it would a excellent skill for life. Remember that time that time you fell over the curve, while carrying our beers? In front of incoming traffic? I could of saved you if i had the chance. Another memory that comes into mind about how this could be nice,was this time, where I was waiting to be picked up from school after choir one night, and mister Julian HG just walks ontop of those medal pole things, where the buses are, and he just completely face plants it moments later. You guys have a moment in common, Maybe that's why you guys were prom dates.

Speaking of that, I havent talked to my prom date in aaaaaaaages.

Cats used to harmonize, like OOooooOOOoooo

ok. So tomorrow I have my last exam until midterms next semester (February?) and all a girl can want right now is a little peace and quiet and a comfortable seat. Maybe a lock on the door and a room of ones own. Of course today is the day that Sarah NEEDS to go on a cleaning rampage, complete with loud Rufus Wainwright, and the floor guy NEEDS to drag all his scruffy friends with loud jokes through the house. And.... aaarafhfhfhhfh. I don't even like linguistics. I can't see a future in which I will need to map out a phrase using the xbar schema, or know the exact definition of a m-fing vowel.

Weird thing: I had a dream that my brother started reading the blog and was pulling all this intimate information out of it, somehow. Like: "So you guys got wasted and.... hey?" (it's a little blurry here) for some reason I feel like my brother is always taunting me, like he's storing up information to use against me or something. And my parents probably don't even know I drink.

I'll be home either tomorrow or the next day. Counting the seconds, sister.

coming at you live

went for a run for the first time since it snowed way back when. was so slow that school girls were outstripping me with their witty insults, walking with their "boyfriends" and holding up their woodworking projects. Jesus. And last night I went to a potluck dinner at which I felt like a huge turd because I could not stop swearing and blaspheming and then I'd say something like "so how do you know Julia (the host)?" and whoever I was talking to would reply that they had met at church. Either way, it was nice to go to a party where the main goal is not to get shitfaced and laid, know what I'm saying. Like these people had integrity. And we played charades, which I hate, but it was nice all the same. I suddenly feel like everyone I usually hang out with are alcoholics from ghetto backgrounds, and I don't know, it's cool to see how the other half lives once in a while. All the same I would never trade up. No how.

It's funny because as I write this Sarah is on the front steps smoking a bowl with her friend who was telling us earlier about being strip searched in an international airport, just because he is Pakistani. Thats another thing: everyone there last night was wholesome white until my token Chinese friend Sally showed up.

this is the front of that building you just posted.

Honey don't you know that I'm too dumb for that.

Hey you. Man is it pouring rain. And for some reason I thought it would be a good idea to wear glasses today. There go the gods, trying to make my life that much harder. On the plus note I was Christmas shopping today and I found the complete Alfred Hitchcock at this thriftstore, which I will pass on to my father on the 25. Nice.

Also, what else is there? Sarah is on the "balcony" smooching. And I got invited to a potluck for tomorrow night... I think I will make a chickpea type salade. I'm excited, I think this is the first party that I am going to this year where I was actually invited. What can I say, things are funner when you don't know anyone!

The house at the top reminds me of Heidi, did you ever see that movie/ read that book. I will bring both back after Christmas

"Ya.. See, I unbutton two buttons... by instinct you know, it's the cuban in me- All i'm asking, is that you do one."

I mostly came on this blog this morning, to do two things. First and foremost, to thank our recent reader for our first (or i do believe) real comment on this blog, a couple days ago. Man, you're awesome Laura.

Second, to paste a link to this tango song. The song reminds me of some dark and white oldies movie, with subtitles and girls with waists that are greatly shown off from the dress they are wearing. The dark lipstick on their lips also compliments it all too.

Most probably from Argentina, because the man who sent it to me, was from Argentina. Mortimer, you've already heard it, but I'm still keeping it here, so i can remember it for later.

How are you doing anyways? Tyson is home this weekend ??Maddy?? is too, or at least super soon.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hbTjFbuhw-A

wait... 16 days til Christmas?

hey cool gangster friend. I honestly couldn't care less if Talib ate Justin for dinner by accident, or something.

I just ate one portion too many of delicious pasta and now Brett is sitting on the counter trying to tune Sarah`s guittarrré (olé) cept it doens`t sound that festive, honestly. I've been craving one of those cheesy Starbucks special coffees with all the syrups and the sprinkles and the milks of various animals and sometimes of soy product, you know what I mean?

Anyway Shark, ma'am. I think people in our small town do not realize that most kids that don't go to University right away seem happier with their lives at the moment. I mean who doens't want to live a little after being cooped up in High School for eternity? I myself keep having Rocky Mountain fantasies.... or full time job fantasies. But at the same time I think I am the only person I know who is genuienly enjoying school at the moment. Maybe I'll be one of those permanent student types.

Why is Talib working with Justin?

His high voice surprisingly works with it, but stillllll. How are you? How was b-towns home for the evening? Mine was alright. I spent it at the annual first nations christmas dinner. Saw old friends, but most of time, I was just bored. I left early to go on some quick grocery quest. I came back with organic cream cheese, cool whip and graham crackers. At the checkout, I ended up talking for a solid 5 minutes to two girls about cakes. That is a long time at checkout, with people behind you.

Tonight, here's whats bugging me. Why do people look down at you if your not going to school? That was alot of people tonight, in a weird way, actually, not only tonight, but alot lately. They consider random whatever i;m doing, (not lately), but the bigger things, unacceptable. I'm starting to get a tiny bit pissed off at the middle class. Even though, you as a people, are a hardworking one. I respect you. But I'm still allowed to be ticked-off. Why can't a not yet 20 year old do something other then kill herself with something i don't even know what it will turn out to be? Its just bugging me. You don't have this problemo mortimer. Your living the goodlife as a art history person. Jeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezeeeeeeee. (no dis-respect, just sayin')

http://hypem.com/#/track/1276806/Talib+Kweli+-+Hostile+Gospel+Pt+1+Deliver+Us+

http://hypem.com/#/track/1276805/Talib+Kweli+-+The+Nature+feat+Justin+Timberlake+

The Girl at the Thai Restaurant Knew I was my Father's Daughter

Second free lunch this week! If this keeps up I can maybe afford Christmas presents! Either way Chouette, we went to this Thai place that is like a 3 second walk away and I got pineapple rice with chicken and shaved pork (that has the consistency of saw dust- my dad and his friend were making jokes about using a plain saw to cut it- whatever that is) and man, I will probably be full for weeks. And there is still half a plate left in the fridge. MMMmmmMMmmmMM

And I have been trying to straighten out my linguistics vocab but I keep getting distracted by things like my bladder and websites that are not called "blackboard learning systems"

Janina supposedly had to write this story for her English class about a freak that abducts women and stuff... so I am off to read and rate that.

Have a nice time.