[::..The Optic Monologues..::]

[::..Wednesday, March 26, 2003..::]

yeah, i'm still alive.

so, i'm not going to the netherlands this summer. there's just too much going on. i was going to, but andrea moved the date up to early june..... and the trip is June 6 - July 9. i'm really disappointed, which makes me feel like a bitch. my best friend is getting married, and i'm in the wedding. but since the date's moved up, instead of spending 3 weeks exploring europe (and the greener part of amsterdam), i'm going to sit at home all summer, watching the golden girls and thinking about how much fun everyone else is having.

bitter bitter bitter.

apparently it's not illegal to import or posess absinthe in the US..... it's only illegal to consume it. ;) i found some decently priced stuff that has a good wormwood content, as well as a high alcohol content. and it comes with a little absinthe spoon! so when i get some cash for my birthday (june 18, don't forget!), i'll order some green fairy. whooo-hoooo!

[::..Del mooned at 12:44 PM..::]

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[::..Monday, March 17, 2003..::]

what a beautiful night!

i love spring! i love it. it makes me optimistic, and i'm never optimistic. i love tank tops. sometimes it makes me wish i was skinny, because i want to lounge in a tank top and shorts comfortably, but fat kind of makes that uncomfortable. i don't care if my rolls hang out..... it's just weird. you'd have to be flabby to understand. but i'm not complaining...... because it was a lovely night. for any kind of clothes. it's amazing what the weather does to your mood. :)

miss beth and i went on a stroll around campus to talk about the happenings of break. she had a lot more to report than i. we go in search of a slushie, and were unsucessful. but we ended up at Amoco, where i bought a jones soda beverage that is called "D'Peach Mode". must amusment ensued.

i jogged every day of break. go me.

the wedding is back on. i am the maid of honor at andrea's wedding...... we're thinking the last weekend in March.

[::..Del mooned at 1:18 AM..::]

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[::..Wednesday, March 12, 2003..::]

sorry, all you regulars. spring break is full throttle, and i simply haven't the time to blog.

oh, wait..... i do.

i envy you folks who go on tropical vacations over break. i envy you who go home to friends and family even more. i hear about fun reunions with friends and drunken parties and fun times with family. right. i've watched tv. the entire. time. i've seen meghan a couple of times. and..... that's about it. oh, wait, i got ditched by thom today. that was fun. i got to have fun with andrea friday and saturday, but sunday she left town for reasons i can't disclose. yes, she took the baby. she'll probably be back today, but still. i think i'm dying my hair blue tomorrow for shits and giggles. because i REFUSE to watch golden girls tomorrow. i miss having a posse to hang out with..... everyone's gone. *sniff*

ooooh! positive note! *major chord*
i finally got a new bedspread. finally. the whole "maroon-pink-and-cat-urine" thing wasn't working for me anymore. andrea had a 20% off coupon for Bed, Bath, and Beyond, so we went to WalMart and she ripped one out of a magazine. gotta love that girl. oh, and Ethan started laughing! it's so cute! cuter than toast. *thinks of something else positive to say.....*

oooh, i'm getting my mom's phone. see, verizon sent us free phones because they're useless tools. they're the newest phones they offer, but my mommy's doesn't work down where she is. so delanor gets to keep hers! it has a color screen and neat-ass ringtones (mozart's night queen aria!) and games and all kinds of fun shit. i wouldn't have ever wanted anything like that, but it's FREE!

[::..Del mooned at 1:15 AM..::]

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[::..Sunday, March 02, 2003..::]

warning. this post contains vague references to people who have been dicks to me all week. if you're not a dick, it will probably get on your nerves.

no updates because i can't update when i can't get out of bed. i've been having violent moodswings all week. well, more violent than usual. i have no real reason to be stressed out more than anyone else, but esp. this weekend i've just constantly felt like ripping my hair out. i know i've acted horribly lately, and i feel terrible about it. but there's really no controlling my mood swings. and if you're thinking i'm just making excuses for my bad behavior..... you can go right ahead. i know everyone does, because i can see how people look at me when i get like this. and if i could change it, i would. it's not just some "think positive, mind-over-matter" bullshit with me and you probably can't really understand it unless you have the same problems i do. i'd give anything to be normal and to be able to handle things the way i want to. despite what *certain people* reading this think, i don't enjoy being different. i'd love to be able to socalize without it causing me anxiety. i don't like taking my tests in a different building. i don't think having to turn out the lights and lock the door at random in the middle of the day is a barrel of fucking monkeys. but plenty of people have it way worse than me. and i don't know anything else, so i deal with it. not usually a big deal. but i couldn't handle it this weekend, and i'm sorry.

i should be writing a music history paper. but i'm not.

saw the life of david gale last night with devin. we both loved it. no, i didn't think it was predictable or "trying to be meaningful and failing", because i'm usually not a pretentious cynic when i go see a movie. and i did not like it because of any feelings i may have on the death penalty. there was more to it than that, and you would have noticed, had you not been so busy being smarter than everyone. you know who you are. i don't generally spend the movie reveling in the idea that i'm soooo much smarter than the film. so, yeah. i'm not saying anything about it. don't read any reviews, don't read the synopsis. if you like kevin spacey, i reccommend it. he's pretty sexy. oh, and it's not a "suspense thriller". i guess some parts are suspenseful, but that's a really lame genre to stick the movie under. basicly, if you only give high regards to art that's completely innovative and "smart" (even though i hardly feel like this film wasn't), then you're missing out on a lot.

i want to see the birdcage SO BAD right now. it's making me crazy..... i can't find it anywhere.

[::..Del mooned at 8:07 PM..::]

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