"tests are, well, not quite close to done, but fast approaching that point. i can tell by the fact that bawling fits have turned into balling fists, which i think is a sign of anxiety. (i really don't think i'm going to go an punch someone out. except maybe in a hecka old mike tyson video game.)
speaking of video games (super-successful-segue five *snap*), i really was going to study [last] saturday night, but then we went to jay's and it was awesome.
sunday was quite possibly my worst mother's day performance in quite some time/years. i think i should throw my mom a surprise mother's day sometime in the near future.
holidays with expectations are overrated, except fourth of july. or maybe i just don't like obligations that i didn't sign up for. actually, i'm very certain that is the case."
and now we're all caught up. it's saturday morning. jarrod gets home tonight. the marine layer has taken the sky. my windows are closed but the blinds are up so it's bright and i can see the birds but the chirping is muted. and now i hear the freeway. it's a beautiful world, even when it isn't. or maybe. the world is not beautiful, therefore it is. something like that, eh? shut up canada. you're not prettier, just northier. was perelandra pretty? did i even read that book? sometimes a book sits on my shelf for so long that i think i've read it. (sometimes a person has been in my class for so long that i think i've talked to him or her.) but no, it's just a matter of recognition, and i have very little idea as to what's on the inside, apart from what i've heard.
rumors have it garage voice will be here this coming week. i'm super excited.
i'm also excited for tests to be over. that way we can all go back to being friends, and not "people we used to know and like and talk to before the testing tyrannies ruled my life."
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