You will never guess who I spent about an hour with last night. ( Spoila )

Basic Updates on Life
- My Dad turned 50 yesterday
- Pop-Pop might be moving into "my room" (aka, the sewing room)
- I officially don't have a room in my house
- Registered for classes next semester and
- My schedule is sweet (no classes on Mondays) but
- Those classes suck (general humanities I , women's worlds, some comp class, foundation of western civilization and college writing II.. but choir should be sweet)
- I'm getting down to the wire on my meal plan
- I just beat this RPG I've been obsessed with all week (Telepath RPG 2)
- I am in love with the new Coheed and Cambria CD


I'm bored.. more later.

When I got home from work I had a lovely little message on AIM:

aadhkid : hows ur mom because i fucked her to sleep

Or, something along those lines. (I don't even know who this is, btw. Oi.)


On my lunch break I was sitting in a table for two with my Caesar salad and iPod, listening to Rilo Kiley and I wondered if it really was possible to love more than once. Or, love the way you did after the first time fulling knowing the kind of pain that you're setting yourself up for. I suppose this crossed my mind between the sappy lyrics I was listening to and the special I watched last night on TLC- Crazy Sexy Cancer.

Personally, I thought it was a well done documentary on what living with cancer is like for some people. I almost cried when the narrator found out she had twenty-four incurable tumors around her lungs. They were nonthreatening, but incurable and wouldn't be removed (not sure why). She broke down crying saying she was relieved that they were unobtrusive but knowing they would be in her forever was more than she could stand. Then she talked about love and how hard dating would be for her-wondering if she could make a commitment to someone and if anyone would want to make one with her knowing she had this disease.

( Spoiler. )

Before work, I went to visit Kim on her last day before she leaves tomorrow morning. Blah. It was so sad. I didn't cry this time because I only let myself be there for fifteen minutes or so. I can't get what she said last night out of my head, "I thought we [Daria, Kim and myself] would end up in the same place. I can't believe we're not." (Or, you know, something along those lines) In a way, I really do agree with her. I never saw myself without them, but I'm also kind of glad we went our own directions. We're going where we want to be for ourselves and not holding back just so we don't lose our friendships. This will be good for us, especially once we're comfortable in our schools with new friends and we're able to talk about all our new experiences and things like that.


Completely unrelated to anything.. I recommend this game : The Impossible Quiz