I've been dreaming an aweful lot about middle school region choir concerts, especially that song of Solomon or something. "Rise up my love, my fair one, and come away." Yeah, and there's this one part, "and the voice of the turtle is heard in the land," I didn't understand it when I sang it. Oh well.

Music: A Hard Day's Night by The Beatles

I've been photoshopping the night away. I am the photo editing master!

This weekend was wonderful; I had an absolutely delicious time. *sigh* Spending so much time with him makes his absense here more pronounced, but it's a price I'm willing to pay. I'd do it again, if luck permits.

I'll go home to him tomorrow. *smiles dreamily then giggles madly*

Well, for not studying, I've done a pretty good job on my tests thus far. 90 in anthropology and 94 in history. I was expecting a much lower grade in history, seeing as I'm terrible with names and because I didn't read the piece that the essay portion (30 pts out of 100 on test) was about. Quite frankly, I've never pulled words out of my arse at such a velocity. So, all that nonsense in AP English was good for something, eh?

When I began attempting my schoolwork, it was midnight. I had no internet, and Roomie was out driving around to get some things off her mind. When Roomie came back, I was still transfixed infront of my computer in this straightback chair, wondering when I would feel motivated enough to start working. That was 2am.

I welcomed her "home". And I asked her about things that have been happening. And that led to a chat in which she sat on my bed. And I sat in my straightback chair. We chatted about art-movies-music-books-men-religion-homesickness-travel-etc., and when I expressed my worry that she wouldn't get enough sleep, she assured me that she would skip her first two classes tomorrow anyway. We finally exhausted ourselves of topics at 4am, saying goodnight as we shut our doors.

I am sitting in my straightback chair. I sorely want to go to sleep. I still have work to do.

2 more days until the weekend.

[Edit @ 2:28pm -- Roomie's brother went to Wal-Mart at midnight the day before the Star Wars dvds came out to wait for them to stock it, and now we have a set too :)]

I hate waking so up so early on a Saturday. My mom called around 9 to ask me about a bunch of credit card charges. Argh. I can't go back to sleep.

This week has been absolute hell, to be absolutely honest. I've been running all over the place, but nothing seems to get done. The only place in which could take solace (internet) is doing a half-ass job at connecting. I can see people online on my list, but I can't get their user info, away message, or send messages. I can use explorer, but it can only manage one window. I love my 2 friends here, I really do, but I'm lonely. There's a guy out there making a lightshow of himself with green glowsticks. I only have one pink one without string; that's one more thing I need to buy over the weekend. I've got an essay to write in English, an excavation excercise in archaeology, and 5 essays to re-read in detail for random essays on next week's history test.

Song Today? Yesterday? (Shit, who cares): Heatwave by Martha and the Vandellas

I should be writing my essay and studying flashcards ... mm, yogurt.

The internet connection here is harder to predict than my mother's mood. It didn't work for two days in a row since I've come back, and it works perfectly now. Bitch.

I was back in Houston/Spring from Friday to Monday morning. My family was exactly how I left them; my feelings range from relieved to frustrated on that. More importantly, I got to see him on Saturday. Immensely enjoyable. We had lunch at 59 Diner with his parents, and then we split. They went shopping and we went to his house. We went through more or less another season of Futurama; that gave us enough time to snuggle on the couch. Wee!

Well, I'm back here now. :(

Chances Are

Chances are 'cause I wear a silly grin
The moment you come into view
Chances are you think that I'm in love with you
Just because my composure sort of slips
The moment that your lips meet mine
Chances are you think my heart's your Valentine

In the magic of moonlight when I sigh, "Hold me close, dear"
Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes

Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good
Chances are you believe the stars that fill the skies are in my eyes
Guess you feel you'll always be the one and only one for me
And if you think you could
Well, chances are your chances are awfully good

The chances are your chances are awfully good