It's going to be a long walk
And you know what you could lose
Oh, when you've got mountains to move -- "Mountains to Move", Gavin DeGraw
I'm sitting in Books-A-Million. I totally should be being studious and working on classwork, but I finished what was pressing, so I feel I'm entitled to a few minutes of blogging. :)
I am terribly, freaking CRAZY excited for Elizabeth's 21st birthday party NEXT WEEKEND!!!! ::laugh:: I'm afraid I just CANNOT shut up about it! :) I'm making a black magic cake with creamcheese icing cause it's her favourite. I personally have never had creamcheese icing on chocolate cake, but...it sounds interesting, therefore I must try it!
I love the changing of the seasons, with the possible exception of spring to summer...and that's mostly because I really don't like summertime very much. I need a summer home in a place where it doesn't get so blasted HOT! Or maybe the Southern Hemisphere...where it would be WINTER, and just avoid summertime entirely. But then I wonder if I would appreciate fall and winter so much if I got to have them twice a year?
Something is wrong with my GI tract to where I can only consume a few bites of food every few hours without throwing it all back up. I reckon it's pyloric sphincter fail again. (I am fairly certain that's the one that controls the passage of food from the esophagus into the stomach, but I might be wrong and I'm too lazy to google it). Normally, it just spazzes for a bit, causing an intense pain for about 20 seconds, but then relaxes and I'm good. Lately the pain has been worse, and longer, and I feel like the food just fills up my esophagus instead of my stomach. Poor tummy :(
I feel very calm and chill right now.
I had another run in with Tre. It amuses me that every girl I have told about the incident has been aghast/pissed off on my behalf, while the guys really didn't see what was so offensive. I'll break it down for ya. I get mad when guys offer to pay my bills, or buy me expensive gifts, or give me money expecting me to consent to date them. This goes double when they're not my boyfriend, and about quadruple when they are barely an acquaintance. I am very pick about whom I let pay for things for me, especially men. I'm really really easy to guilt trip, and half the time I guilt trip MYSELF without any outside prompting, PLUS I am too proud to accept monetary assistance from random people. In short, I must trust you before I will consent to you paying for things for me, and even then I'll object. ;)
I have a gajillion things I have been meaning to record from the past few months. Here is one of them:
At Taylor Bishop's wedding, where I was a groomswoman, after the service. I am chillin on a pew, waiting for my turn to go stand in the photos with the rest of the groom's party. Chris, one of the best men, is sitting next to me, while Anthony, the other best man is on the pew behind us. Taylor's grandpa (who is a lot like David's grandfather, IMO) came up to Chris and was nagging him about his haircut and joining the Navy and whatever, I wasn't really listening at that point. Chris mentioned to Mr. Bishop that he was jealous of Taylor, to be married to a great woman, and that he wanted to be married someday. I was surprised by this, and turned to say so when Taylor's grandpa interrupted me and said, "Well! Keep talkin like that and it won't be too long before you will be!" while looking VERY pointedly at me. Chris and I = ^^;;;; Anthony = ROFLMAO For the rest of the day Mr. Bishop continued to make comments and try to pay matchmaker between Chris and I, and it was hilarious as well as very awkward.
However, I felt extremely vindicated that day. I had an EPIC crush on Chris in the seventh grade, but he didn't like me. His eyes almost popped out of his head when he saw me in my dress for the wedding! Haha, take THAT! ;)
And I wanna be free
Wind in my hair
Salt on my skin
Sun in the air
I have to feel love
Holding on me
I'll give you everything
that you would ever need -- "FREE", Gavin DeGraw
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