I should've been doing so much homework today, not to mention packing. But instead, I went to the lake with Elissa and Rachel, and intentionally ignored the homework I brought along. And then one thing led to another and...("can I get someone to insert that Indigo Girls soundtrack right...here?") Ha ha just kidding.
Anyways, one thing led to another (mostly due to the fact that I discovered Grand Theft Auto and a playstation at Elissa's apartment--oh sweet nectar of the...um Rockstar Game Corporation) and we ended up at Elissa's apartment eating delicious salsa a la Aaron Ballman and queso, scrounging up 3-D glasses, and watching a semi-cheesy and yet intriguing tv show. It was nice. And I might as well do this now--a blanket apology for that time a couple years ago, when I put down an ex-bf of a friend. I'm a vain bitch, I know. But it was a long time ago, so no more ganging-up-ons anymore, ok?
Anyways, damn. Having not got any hw done today, I might very well be staying up late tonight.
I have been having identity issues. Sometimes I fear I need a major personality makeover, but apparently I have nothing but the makeup artist from the Devil's Rejects at hand. A ridiculously gory and disturbing movie, by the way--you know Rob Zombie's done his job right when you feel a distinct vomit-like pressure right under your breastbone all the way through the movie. And I have seen quite a few gruesome horror movies.

I will see Aaron in 31 hours--eek! life is good.

"god it's good to be alive
i'm torn in pieces
i'm blind and waiting for...
my heart is reeling
i'm blind and waiting for you"
-goo goo dolls, big machine

I'm thinking about pinstriped converse next.