The question “Do you have to wake up early again tomorrow morning?” is beautiful in that it implies such continuity. I overheard it at HEB.

I am enjoying the mundane details of life—-shopping at HEB in a ratty t-shirt and slip-on cons, movies rented to watch on the phone, and Elissa’s chocolate chip toffee cookies in a zip-lock bag sitting on my couch. And maybe a video game download to play tomorrow or a bike ride.

The airport at 3:30 am feels like a zombie takeover.
I felt like exploring, but my tiredness won over.

Pink hair makes everything special.

Aaron is home!

The next Grand Theft Auto should be amazing--set in London, maybe.
October 2007--I'll be turning 24, and a present should be easy, for once.

I just got pink streaks in my hair!
I like it a lot. But now my towels and pillowcases shall be stained lightly pink indefinitely.
And I already want to wash my hair, but I can't! not for 2 more days.

I get to see Aaron in three days. We are wasting a lot of the wknd by going down to Houston, but it's my sister's graduation...
I hate graduations, especially my own. Or rather, I hate the idea of graduations, so much ceremony for something that should be enough by itself. But I had fun at mine, because I hung out with the people who were in my thesis class last semester, and it was nice.
And I got to be one of the first people to walk across the stage, because of my thesis-writer status.

I really need to get down to the library. There's one right down the street, that I can bike to, but now I think I might have to conserve sweat, seeing as I can't wash my hair. Urg. I might just wash it anyways.

Three days cannot pass quickly enough.

I just moved a mattress from upstairs to downstairs all by myself. Who needs a man?
Ha. well, I do. One in particular. But not for moving heavy things.

Today I went towards campus, tried to pay my electric bill but when I got there found that the one thing I could not find in my backpack was 50 cents for the paying fee at the Co-op.
But anyways, had Taco Bell with Rachel on the porch of her house, and thought about graduation and future plans (not big life plans, but just next-couple-of-months plans). Then I biked over to the Yellow Bike place to volunteer, which was awkward at first, but I learned a lot. How to take apart and put together a bike wheel, for one. My hands smell like grease, but it was nice to escape my brain for a while.

New books to read: A Northern Light, and Saul and Patsy.
It's so much harder these days to pick a book to read. I miss Scholastic book club days when they would pass out the sheets at school and I checked off what I wanted, and then waited for the wonderful day when the books would arrive.

But up next, are some other books by Natalie Babbitt, which I will have to hunt out at half-price or something. Maybe a library--this is getting expensive. But I just hate to go to a normal Austin public library when I've lived off of the PCL for so long.

Today was my last day of work. I will miss it, in a way...it did feel a little sad packing away my coffee cup which I used all of 3(?) times.

I'm sick of the way I blog. I must buy some new-type books so as to immerse myself in a much hipper way of talking. I've read too much Stephen King lately. Man, am I done with that for a while. Unless Aaron finishes his copy of Cell soon.

this summer should be:
bikes!
road trip!
books!
spanish class!

Everything is ending.
Right now, I'm just waiting to see who I become. And to hurry it along, I'm getting a haircut next week (after graduation, for the sake of my poor parents who want normal graduation pics) and dying it with pink streaks.

I saw this yesterday, and it made me nauseous and thankful at the same time.

I finished finals today. I think I did well, and boy did I kick the shit out of that one notecard we could bring in to help us. It's strangely satisfying to have something so full of information, in such a small package. At this point, I think I would be able to transcribe War and Peace on a handy 3x5 notecard.

Ok enough nerd talk.

I was really unhappy with how my life was going, so I decided to change it. This summer, I'm staying in Austin in my nice little apartment, taking that Spanish class I ended up not being able to take this semester, and perhaps working at a half-price books or something. I really wish that half-price was still open on the drag.
But I'm glad about the Spanish class. I think I would've always felt one class behind if I didn't make it up. Besides, I gotta stay around for the Rancid show in July--by the way, anyone interested in going?

I heard a Ministry song today, it started like this:
"Soon I discovered that this rock thing was true
Jerry Lee Lewis was the devil..."
It was great.
And Jerry Lee Lewis really was the devil--he married his 14 yr old cousin. I think.

today:

library studying
return piles of books (goodbye books that have been around the apt. since six months ago)
check out a few for this weekend and next week
i love video.
clean apartment!

I want to go somewhere far away where the streetlights still look mysterious.

I am dissatisfied.

And also thinking about learning how to tattoo on cadavers. Perhaps the only perk...of you know what. (of being a serial killer?)

I think I might be a bum trapped in the body of a middle-class girl. I want to meet someone who could care less about everyone else's "big plan."

Everyone else is excited about what they'll be doing job-wise and all, but all I'm looking forward to are bike rides at night and midnight movies.
Which to me, sounds a lot better than looking forward to an office and hour-lunches.
Let's stall reality as long as possible.

By the way, my hermit crab changes shells so often he's like a human with a closet.
And yesterday Billy Idol escaped the cage and ran all the way to the back room to say hi to me while I was writing my paper. He slipped and slided across the linoleum floor of the kitchen.

I finally finished off all the little odds and ends of my thesis--got it bound, did my presentation of it, etc. (The presentation went as well as could be expected, seeing as the presenter was me.)

Now if only I could finish this WWI paper, I would be free to study for my final on Friday, and then I'm done.

A friend is coming up from Houston this weekend. I can't wait--the drafthouse, dog almighty, and a lot of drinking.

Things have felt wierd for a while now, but hopefully it will get better soon.

I don't know what it is about these past few days, but I am so geared up! I am restless, and no one is available to take my hyperness out on. I need some physical contact!!! It's killing me.

Anyways, my Gypsy paper due date was extended till Monday, and I was so relieved I got a headache. A good headache, though. In a way.
So I've been chilling out all day. Which is probably not a good thing, bc I still have a lot to do.

Anyways, I'm going to stop bothering ppl to go out with me. But just to let you know, if anyone out there feels like living it up, you know where to find me. I know it's finals week. Don't you think I know?? I can't help how I feel.

Truth is, I could go drinking with some people tonight at the Dog and Duck. But I don't know...should I??

Things I've been thinking about:
-Aaron's ridiculously uncanny impression of that song by James Blunt--You're Beautiful. The way he scrunches up his face when he sings it...priceless. At first I thought that song really sucked. But now, at least it's good for comic relief.
-The soup at Le Madeleine. yum...
-How I've been in Austin for four years, and only now do I feel ready to go out and have fun. The thing is, I find that I'm a pretty outgoing person. It's just that the last three years, my need for fun has been fully satisfied by Aaron and his antics. Well soon it will be again, so I'm just waiting for that day.
Actually, I've always had the tendency of taking about four years to get used to places, and then, once I start feeling really comfortable, I have to leave. The same thing happened senior year of high school. I started talking to Jennifer Stewart, and it was like, why haven't we been talking for the last couple of years?! And there were a couple other ppl like that also.
-Possible road trip! End of July, CA to TX, with all of Aaron's stuff piled in the back of his...Grand Marquis. Oh how I wish I could say Saab. But then it probably wouldn't all fit anyways. I really want to find an old-school town fair or something to go to on the way back, I've always wanted to go to one.

Tonight, I feel like sitting on a porch, talking to people I barely know.