| I am alive!
In spite of the amount of work I had to accomplish this week and the unfortunate cold I had, I made it!
Saw Andrew Bird on Thursday at the Paramount and it was breath-taking!
Chris and HOG and I saw Joey's play on Friday. It was really good, though pretty serious. Joey made a very convincing hepatitis patient, though we learned after the show that the poor boy was sick sick sick with a fever. After the show, Chris and I hung out at the HOG for a bit, then I dropped him off downtown before heading to a party at Bobby's. It was fun like always, but I was rather alone, since Amira couldn't make it and Todd left early. Austen was nice and stuck with me so I had someone I knew. Good dancing, then picked up an adorable wasty-faced Chris and drove home with the windows down. Ha, we pulled up to a stoplight and the car next to us was blasting "Float On" and we had a brief conversation across our cars to the extend of "awesome song! Fuck yeah!" Came home and sat on the floor and ate toast, drunk tradition.
Spent yesterday studying with Dylan, then went back to the HOG to make tortilla soup, helped Emory make dinner for his date, went to the Mansion, got tap lessons, and then just ended up sitting around in the HOG living room talking. An excellent way to spend the day.
Too bad I still have so much to accomplish before tomorrow!
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| I love my life, currently.
(Plan II, the Mr. Plan II pageant -- congratulations Dylan, our friends, my roommates, the weather, Animal Collective love songs, driving with the windows down at night when it's cold car-dancin' to Cut Copy, Franz Ferdinand playing in Austin in April!!)
I need to be so productive this weekend but there is also so many fun things happening I don't know what I'll do! Not sleep.
TOGA PARTY TOGA PARTY TOGA PARTY!!!
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| I am also doing that thing where I pretend to be better friends with people than I really am, butttt I don't actually care anymore, surprisingly. I figure people will tell me to fuck off if it's annoying.
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| I...may have something like a life crisis. I am choosing not to think about it until I go to my last class tomorrow, and then I will decide whether I need to freak out or not.
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