Friday, October 13, 2006

Obscenely long, but good.
PLEASE READ ALL OF IT!!!

You know you’re a music junkie when you start checking your image in the back of a CD instead of a mirror. I just made that up because I just did that. Go me. (And you’re also a music junkie if you can find a CD beside you no matter where you are in your house.)

I’m going music shopping with my sister tonight. Yes, Lisa is in Nashville currently. That always means fun, fun, fun. Right? Right.

Shopping list: Baby shambles, Sean Lennon, Tenacious D: Pick of Destiny… and I really want to find a copy of NANA: the Movie that I don’t have to order online. That would just make my day, ya’ll. It really would. I watched the Japanese trailer the other day and almost cried. It was like watching Nana O and Nana K come to life! (Well, obviously, but…)

Nisrin is changing schools. I’m going to miss her strong bad. It’s not like she’s leaving the country, but I won’t see her everyday, and that’s just as bad.

I wonder if this could be considered a blog. Maybe I should include more insightful topics, or discuss modern politics (too bad I don’t like getting political). The only way I’ll talk about politics is if a particular subject in the news concerning a politician upsets me. And that happens way too much, so I don’t think I’ll be doing that.

I could talk about how much global warming pisses me off. Yeah. I could do that, but, then again, that would make me just like one of those idiot bloggers that have no lives and spend all their time complaining to the world. I don’t like stirring up a serving of tension, so I won’t.

Unexpectedly, I believe I did just that. I’ve made an idiot blog today. Just to prove a point, mind you.

I didn’t talk to Randall today. Oh well. Courtney told me that James told her to tell me (that’s annoying) “Hello, Mrs. Sands.” (That's Randall's last name.)

“And these are days we dream about, when the sunlight paints us gold.” – Bright Eyes.

I can’t help it. I semi-hate Bright Eyes now, but he was such a big part of my life not too long ago that it’s hard to say goodbye. And I do believe divorce is the permanent goodbye this time.

It’s actually getting pretty chilly in Nashville. It was 40 yesterday. And I was outside at LP field most of the time (Okay, it’s the flipping Coliseum. Jeez.) Courtney was all clinging to my arm as we walked around. We were trying to conserve body heat, but it wasn’t working too well. We were still freezing our asses off.

Transylvania. I have a tattoo on the inside of my lower left arm (about 1/4 inch from the “elbow pit”) that says Transylvania. It’s pretty random and so is the story behind it. We were/are reading Frankenstein and people kept talking about Transylvania. And I kept thinking, “Transylvania is DRACULA, dumbass. Wrong story.” But, sadly, no one can hear my terrible, terrible thoughts.

So I got a tattoo. Genius. (I wonder how many of you think this is a real tattoo and how many think it’s fake.)

I think Angela is becoming the reason I look forward to 2nd block. I don’t know whether it’s the interesting conversations we have, or that we might be becoming better friends. That means I’m kind of glad Collin decided she dead to him. (Harsh, but true, apparently.) She’s a cool chick and I think we share a mutual respect.


Sorry I wrote so much. I had a lot on my mind. But thanks to those of you who took the time to read it. I’ll try to repay the favor soon.

-Susan

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