Don't want to fall another moment in your gravity

Had one of the best weekends I've had in a while.

Grand Rapids was peachy keen. I love seeing Bridget, Christine, Cheeseburger and Sarah. Usually when people come in twos (like Bridget and Mary Kate or Christine and Sarah), I feel left out. Sister fun, right? Not with these people. They're fantastical. I spent way more time than is healthy on Sarah's iTouch, reading through some of the sex trivia that she has on there. There were literally 540 of them, so I was proud that I got to 230. I learned some things I didn't know (which isn't surprising), like, along with the genitals, the nasal passages will swell during orgasm. Somehow this equates to helping with sinus issues. I don't know. Those were two separate trivia statements. Your nasal passages swell during sex. Sex helps to get rid of sinus blockage.

You can work that out yourselves

Also, if you don't want to get pregnant, don't orgasm. It can only help the sperm

^_^

Ren fest was cool, too. I stayed strong and didn't buy anything, though I really wanted another ring. Lindsay's dress was amazing, especially considering she made it all on her own (I think).

And I got the sweatshirt from Tyler. Epic win.

Got home Saturday night and spent it relaxing with Katie, Sasha, Christine and Emily. Emily had made cookies, so when I walked through the door, the entire apartment smelled of baking chocolate chip cookies. So good

Then Sunday, we went apple picking. I swear I ate 10 apples that I didn't pay for. Their apple cinnamon doughnuts are heavenly and we got a bunch of cider. Now our entire bottom drawer in our fridge is FILLED TO THE BRIM with apples.

Yay for happy weekends

I'm late for class

bye!

Mmm, cherrios

Countdown: 1 day until Bridget and Grand Valley goodness. Yay

Life's been going well enough. Had a bit of a blip this morning, but, as far as I'm concerned, it's taken care of. Unlike last time, I've got a wide support system (and not just my lovely Bridget) and that makes this easier to do. Thank God

Trojan Women was last night. While I appreciate Kabuki theatre and thought everything was very beautiful, it was an emotional overload. They seriously never let up. There was crying and lamenting and more crying and shouting and the lamenting continued. It was all very dramatic. Rachel was lovely. Ross Egan played a surprisingly beautiful woman. The puppet was scary

Got my screenplay back from Jeff yesterday after a flurry of forgetfulness on his part and running around on my part. But I have it. He gave some really good comments, praise and criticism, and now I can finally get to editing the damn thing. He told me to let him know when I was done with a second draft, as he wants to look at it when I'm done. Yay ^_^

I don't want to decide what I'm doing after this year. I have to sit down with Sasha and Katie at some point and discuss this. And I have to talk to my parents. Or, I could get off my duff and get grad school applications done and over with and just go to grad school after this year. That's a possibility, too. Not a fun one, but days of fun are coming to an end. Now it's time to get serious

*snicker*

I have class soon and a shower needs to be had, so

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped.

Curse you, Saturday

My life is uninteresting, so forgive me for not updating.

Not much has been going on. Just hanging around with people and relaxing and not studying for tests so I got 70% on them.

Same old, same old.

What I've come today to say is that I feel like the internet dies on Saturdays. It's not that I don't enjoy my Saturdays - hell, I would kill for ten Saturdays in a row...or for it to perpetually be Saturday...or Friday. I like Fridays a lot.

I digress

It's just that I have very few web comics that I stay faithful to and none of them update on the weekends. That's fine and dandy, folks, because I have Post Secret on Sunday, but what about Saturday? When is Saturday going to liven up on the updating? Perhaps this is just me, afraid of surfing the wide reaches of the internet in case dear Beverly decides she wants to be a bitch and get a virus. Perhaps you all think I'm insane. While these things might be true, I still feel like the internet does a death thing on Saturday and rises out of the ashes like an electronic phoenix on Sunday morning

The internet is like Jesus - dies on Friday afternoon and rises from the dead on Sunday morning.

Anywho, as much as I would like to savor the weekend, I REALLY want Tuesday to come around. I had emailed Jeff Wray a while ago to get my screenplay back from him. To make a long story short, we didn't meet when we said we would. Whatever. And I was going to email him again and try to set something up, but I just kept forgetting

but

He emailed me saying, "I know you're about ready to clock me right now, but we have GOT to meet." He went on to say that he really wanted to see me to talk about my screenplay because he liked it a lot and had a ton of questions about it.

Now, this email came RIGHT after I got the feedback for my poly sci test. The two were very different from each other. One said, "YOU FAIL. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHHAHA *coughcoughsputter* .....HAHAHAHAH!" and the other one said, "Epic win, Chrissy. Major epic win."

And since I look for career signs everywhere, I took this as, "For the love of all that is good and righteous, Chrissy, do NOT go to law school."

But I never listen to those signs. I'm still considering it

But that's beside the point. I'm just very excited to hear his comments on the screenplay. I realize that the last 50 or so pages were ridiculously bad and had more continuity issues than any time-traveling story you're likely to come across, so I'm both curious and concerned about what he's going to say. Nevertheless, he didn't say that he wanted to give me the written comments. He said he wanted to talk with me about it. This might not be significant in your eyes, but for me, it really means the world.

yay

It might be time for dinner now and maybe some margaritas? yeah? yeah?

I think so

take it easy. don't die. don't get raped!