Tuesday, February 21, 2006

If you define cowardice as running away at the first sign of danger, screaming and begging for mercy, then yes, Mr. Brave man, I guess I am a coward.

suz and hus are out of town for the week. the aparment feels too big and too cold without them. there is no amia talking in the mornings to ease me awake, only the alarm on my phone that makes me angry when it goes off.

i am depressed.

My First (failure of a) Grocery List

frozen waffles
4 cheese hot pockets
2 packages of uncrustables (strawberry jelly...yumm!)
citrus green ice tea
2 bottles of orange juice (double yumm!)
bananas (to help with the depression)

if you were at the evanston jewel on sunday, i was the girl walking around looking lost.

so, what did i learned this week?

i need to marry a chef.

Friday, February 17, 2006

Tomkins you have stolen my heart, now just don't break it.

so i made the big mistake of leaving tomkins (aka my nano, that i just got for my birthday) at sara's house. i thought that i wouldn't miss him this week due to the fact that it is the fifth week of classes, which means test upon test upon papers.

long realization short: i was wrong.

i miss his perfect shuffles (three out of four, on average thus far...what can i say tomkins, you are good), checking my pocket every ten minutes to make sure he is still there (thank you husayn, for terriorizing me with the "what if.." of losing him), the background he provides for my red line el naps (that successfully, and thankfully, drain out the sound of the person next to me chewing on their gum), and i even miss the way he makes my hears hurt in that odd way where the only way to make them feel better is to put the ear phones back in.

one week was hard, two weeks is undesired. tomkins, i think it's time you come on home. by that i mean, sara come visit and don't forget to bring my nano!

Love of mine some day you will die
But I'll be close behind
I'll follow you into the dark

No blinding light or tunnels to gates of white
Just our hands clasped so tight
Waiting for the hint of a spark
If heaven and hell decide
That they both are satisfied
Illuminate the no's on their vacancy signs

If there's no one beside you
When your soul embarks
Then I'll follow you into the dark