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I have the serious urge to shop.

I like shopping. I didn't used to. But in high school, this became a way that I connect with people. My mother and I like to go and try things on and put outfits together, even if we can't buy anything. (Okay, things that aren't on clearance. >_>) Eventually, my sister was old enough that she also got into the clothing thing and we all three like to go when we're together. Whenever Bee comes to visit me or vice versa we usually end up at a mall once (and if we're in Manhattan, wow don't even start). Kitty and I have shopped too, because she's about three inches around and is super fun to dress up.

I even like shopping alone sometimes. It's not as much fun getting second opinions and all, but I don't like to feel like I'm dragging people.

Anyway. Shopping is a problem because first of all, I should be saving money where I can, not spending it. Secondly, because I know it's because I don't want to work. I have two major assignments due Monday and don't want to do either of them. Thirdly, I'm feeling depressed and anxious and am looking for something to fill that hole.

Shopping in this state will have the effect of making me happy temporarily, but when I get home I'll have buyer's guilt and the money will be gone and I will have wasted my time and I'll be depressed and anxious again.

(Although both pairs of my jeans are wearing thin in the special area. If they rip, I'll have to replace them. :\ Slippery slope, I'm on it.)

endofhistory and duchessdollydot left earlier to brave the Illinois construction zones. Eek. So they'll be home in about 134470952847 hours or something.

We had a good time. We walked the mall where I work so they got to see the store, although we didn't go in, we had milkshakes at Steak and Shake (nom nom) and we saw Away We Go last night. It was a cute movie. It was nice to see John Krasinski in a serious role and he's gotten out of the habit of mugging -- which is fine for Jim on The Office when there's basically no fourth wall, but it doesn't really work in other roles. Although there was a HUGE Mood Whiplash in the fourth act, which. Yeah. It was kind of a downer.

Still nothing from SUNY.

I had other things to say here but, yeah. I dunno. It's kind of all a jumble.

ETA: OMG NOW I REMEMBER WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY.

Last week I managed to watch both sadly short seasons of Pushing Daisies and I loved it but I was very upset that that was all there was. There isn't anymore. :( But, Ned and Chuck, people, HOW CAN YOU DENY THEIR LOVE? ;_;

Also, I have all five eps of Torchwood ready to watch but due to the outcries of RTD YOU BASTARD on my flist, I am understandably reluctant to actually watch them.

[20:29] my summers die: ~*Hate crime. I like it.
[20:30] my summers die: (Which I definitely just typed at hat crime.)
[20:31] likeabaroness: HAT CRIME
[20:31] likeabaroness: THIEVERY AND WRONGDOING DOWN AT THE HABERDASHERY

For some reason, I have agreed to play Mystery Can with thinkatory. Except we added a rule that we each get to choose one thing the other person can't get, so no canned meat and no sauerkraut, lest we both barf excessively.

ETA: Okay, two new rules. The writing on the can has to be in English, inspired by this can.

Arrrrrrrrgh;salkdjf

I went back to Coe tonight to see the play and it was marvelous. We have talented actors at Coe and this was an especially momentous occasion, as it was the first time we did plays by black playwrights. Florence and The Dutchman were both staged as a joint venture called A Dream Deferred, A Race Derailed. A couple of years ago, we read Topdog, Underdog in our theatre history class, and the question came up: why do we not do this play? It's an excellent play, it's probably one of my favorites that I had to read for theatre history, and I read a lot of plays. But it was said that we couldn't do these sorts of plays (where African-American/ethnic casting is needed for the play to make sense), i.e., put them on the schedule if no one was going to show up and audition. There's a certain amount of logic to this; we (and when I say "we" I mean the department) needed to decide whether or not if we built it, they would come.

Well, we built it. And they came.

Jackie, I'll give you more details later if you want them I promise, I am just REALLY tired right now. And if you all read on you will find out why.

The short story: I dropped my car key down the elevator shaft in Murray.

The long story: After the play was over I bid my sister good night some of my friends (Lizabe [techie34], Ashley, Rae, and Chelsea) were getting ready to go to the Homecoming dance, and I was catching up with them some while they did so. I was going to go to the truck (I was driving my dad's Big Truck) and they were going to go to the dance, so we were heading out together. I had the key out and I guess I didn't have a good hold on it or something and it fell out of my hand and RIGHT in the space between the elevator car and the floor. There was much swearing and gnashing of teeth and a little crying (you know how I get). We talked to the RA on duty who did his best to help us (even taping a hook to a broom handle to try and stick in the shaft, bless him) and well. They can't get into the shaft until they can get maintenance in there which would have been tomorrow at the very, very earliest but more likely Monday. And, the cynic in me says, most likely even later than that, because this is Coe College. (It's like Sparta, except it sucks.) So Lizabe, GOD BLESS HER, I LOVE LIZABE, lent me her car so I could drive home. I'll go back tomorrow, return the car, and take the truck back. I parked the truck in a zone that had no parking between 11 PM and 8 AM or something, right there on 1st Ave, but of course I didn't figure on leaving it there over night. I figure I'll have a parking ticket (FUCK) but I am petrified that it's going to be towed and impounded, because I don't owe enough people money already.

I just. Why do these things always happen to me?

Mandy's leg is asleep and it is the FUNNIEST THING EVER.

So I didn't make show choir. Story of my life.

One less thing, anyway.

Hugs and kisses to roseanna for talking to an upset!me on the phone and talking me down. <3 you honey.

And PBBT to mystery_coffee for being a bitch to my Bethany. I don't think she's getting paid anything for this either, although I don't know how this works out to be a labor of love.

Bed now. My sentences are beginning to fragment and I'm making a lot of typos. Zzzz...

I wish I had something better to say than "Thank you" when someone tells me "congratulations". And I honestly wish that I could think of something better to do than cry when I realize that next year I'm not going to have Joe or Tony to make me smile in homeroom next year, or think about all the time I wasted alone this year. Not that all of its wasted -- some of it was spent very well with you.

Kimmie, do you still have your old default icon, the one with the girl and the yellowish background? If so, would you send it to me and allow me to modify it?

Well, after an examination of my toes at approximately 3 AM this morning (after I accidentally kicked the wall in my sleep, cried out in pain and woke up my mother on the other side of the wall), my toes are not broken but are indeed bruised.

Sarah and I signed up to share a room in New York, but knowing our luck we won't find anyone else to share with, and then we'll be split up into two other rooms that already have three and thus will be forced to share a room with girls who use too much hairspray and make up and I just don't like.

Finished third Princess Diaries that I started last night. Can't help it, I love those books. It made me happy.

I haven't eaten since about 4:30 yesterday and I'm starved. We have half a box of bowtie pasta in the cupboard. You do the math.

Need to fill out housing information and first year seminar forms for Coe. Damn.

My head hurts, I'm cold, I'm tired, and I want my Heather back. I don't know why I'm going to New York with 60 other people who could care less if I dropped dead. I'm not going to have roommates voluntarily. Maybe I can sleep on one of the buses.