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| i... love Katya for the sweetness she brings to every day. and all the longing that i almost can't deal with. <3 hate smoking spilled milk all over my pants(always have a pair of pants to change into. even if they're 6 sizes too big :D) bought 'Ma Ya Hi (Numa Numa)' and 'Dangerous and Moving' TaTu album; found more Dresden Dolls songs; got Cirque du Soleil music, thanks Dia! (i must go see it at least once in my lifetime. musttt!) lost one of my rainbow earrings (Diamante: i guess now you're only half gay. oh wait, you were that to begin with. :D) love Trisha for being the person i can talk with about all types of things. crave something bran-y right about now. yummm for all things grainy and bready! need more of Jesse Cook's music in my life find people-watching amusing more so than before = anti-social behavior increasing? maybe. :) have a sister who's now 12 (since March 14), the age i turned on my first birthday in Amerika. oh, time... where have you gone? adore God, whoever he/she/it might be am a rather content girl, i am.

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| Usually going home is a smooth, uneventful experience. The most exciting thing that might happen is my busses all coming right when i get to the bus stop. But today... ohohoho! Today was randomosity of the most complex proportions! Maybe not... But random enough to make an entry (after what seems like eons). Here's a "list", i don't feel like paragraph-forming anything.
- As I stand on the Racine train terminal, I see the bottom of a car burst into hungry tongues of flame. No, it didn't explode. Thank goodness. (Although I kinda wanted to see it do so- shhh...
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- 2 large male types start fighting on the train. This has never happened before, not in my presence, and I must say that I was thoroughly upset. Geeeez, can't a girl read her book? Without being squished?
- As I'm walking through the underground tunnel, who do I see???? MYKEL!!! The helllll is that????? This boy kindled the first memorable lovey feelings of my high school years, then disappeared for 2 years, and BAM all of a sudden, fate decides to throw him in my face??? I was so confused. I had to stop and stare for a few seconds. And then yell his name. And then stare at him and speak gibberish as we walked. And then stare some more. Hug. And stare again. I'm surprised my eyeballs didn't dry out. No, no feelings were rekindled, as Trisha was suggesting (obviously i had to tell someone before i burst). But his reappearance definitely flooded my system with a sea of emotions I didn't even know existed. Gargghghghghgghaeasdfoahdfoa;shf. And it was all so much more bizarre because somebody was just asking me about him a week ago. Goodness. He better not go *poof* on me again.
- While I was with Mr. Came-back-from-the-dead (Mykel), I saw my best friend from 8th grade. !!! I didn't know who to talk to. Over flooding of the brain ensued. hahahahohum....
- On the bus, I saw a girl from elem school, one of the first friends I made in America (there are about 5 of them, give or take half a person- womppp). Whoa.
- Katrina calls and tells me she's infected and won't be coming to work. Great, that eliminated the reason I leave happy from that place. I need my Katya.... Withdrawal is starting to kick in! Aiii! :tear:
- I decide to call in and go home, and as I'm .5 blocks away, a boy from my Saturday program yells my name, scaring the living daylights out of me. Then he decides to walk and talk with me, thus learning the location of my living space. Now I'm going to have 8th grade boys walking around my house. Great.
- All my busses come as I get to the bus stop.

This might not seem like much, but it was. So, be amazed at the random complexity that was my trip home! Do it! Yay. !!!
Oh, I missed you xanga. ! Haha! xoxoxoxo Yelizaveta xoxoxoxo | | |
| My value as a human being is directly proportional to the value of my G.P.A. ... According to some. Then there are others who make me feel like I'm loved. Period. Thank you. I was starting to feel like you didn't exist anymore. <3 | | |
| Yay! I'm no longer collegeless! (Loyola) I can breathe again...

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