I will NEVER cease to be amazed at my ability to get nothing accomplished. Seriously, I came to the apartment for 2 hours and did nothing but take a shower, listen to genesis and muse, and try to figure out whether the dudes who write mormonbachelorpad are old or not. That is shameful. I should have at least pretended to study ASL. Another in-class exam tomorrow and I've been seriously contemplating cutting class today. Shameful. Just like it was shameful of me to listen to the LizzieMcGuire Movie Soundtrack whilst drawing because I was sad about the boy I'm always crazy about. On one end, I'm passing all my classes, on the other, only two of them are with an 'A' .. I've always found it hard to find inspiration in anything other than art or writing. Girls like me end up just married. At like, 19. "the resistance" (muse) I guess that's alright for some people, but I swear half the girls in my freshmen ward are engaged, and each week another one stands up in relief society and describes their fiance's elaborate scheme to get the ring upon their finger. I feel a bit un-mormon in thinking of nothing other than the MUSE concert in 7 days.
"invisible touch" (genesis) I mean, even fantasizing about being married to my man-friend. is utterly outlandish. I drive Kelley, Jane, and Nat to tears with my never-ending supply of nothing stories of suggestive texts or a wink sent to me from my man-friend. I drive myself crazy.
It's starting to get all warm again. And even then, this weather is considered cold back home. I don't want to go to class. I want to sleep on the grass, in the moderate sun, away from all those Obama haters on campus. Codes is the only one here who even vaguely feels the same way about politics as I do. The only reason we aren't exactly in accordance is because I don't really bother to get involved in such matters. Near all the kids here sound like my father and/or rush limbaugh. ugh ugh ugh. sigh sigh. Well that's what you get for being a fence-sitter in a place where only one viewpoint is presented - impatience. At least the bay area had the other kind of 'crazy' which i found easier to take.
Well, i guess i really SHOULD go to class. Oh muse muse muse. I promised colin i wouldn't go back on my word, but yesterday, Michelle (my visiting teacher) came over, saw my new drawing of muse, and freaked out because she LOVES MUSE AND CANT BELIEVE I DO TOO and then was major bummed cause she couldnt afford tickets. I swear, i wanted to take her with me so badly, so i could just stand at the concert and scream for 2 hours, and not feel girlish because [based on her enthusiasm] she would scream much louder. "sober" (muse).. i wish she could go too. Maybe i could give one ticket to each of them and not go myself. ... um but what would be the point, then? IT'S MUSE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 171 hours... :D :D :D :D :D
