hurry up please it's time
I remember reading somewhere a quote that was awfully similar to this different colors made of tears vu quote, but I don't remember where. Well, I remember the book, but not where in the book, or whom the quote was by. I need to write things down more faithfully, I think.
my pop-pop is okay, leaving the hospital soon; they removed most of the cerebral tumor, and are going to be implementing spot radiation therapy on his other brain tumor, as well as the tumor in his lung.
I've been stewing in a mopey rice soup. Nice and soft now, I'm working on my site as best as I can-- camera issues, photographer issues, model issues, etc. all holding me up, of course it has Nothing to do with me. No No No. Not at all. Distance Distance miles kilometers etc.
Saw kubrick's lolita today, it was pretty good. I really liked a lot of Dolores' outfits, such as that cute dress from camp, and the outfit at the end where she was pregnant but of course not really (the actress).
My feet are absurdly battered. Blisters, open sores, scabs, new calluses; from two days with no socks, once in a hurry with my rainboots, and then the next day in a rush with my slippers. They bled a bit in the boots, but it cleaned up fine. I wish my feet weren't so fat and piggly. When I was younger I wanted to have enormous feet. 10+, because I thought that would mean that I would have to be tall. I couldn't wish to be tall, because then I would jinx it, you see- so I wished for really big feet. Unfortunately I got my wish, and I'm often a sz. 10, but I can float as low as 9 with certain shoes. Plus they always have to be wide. I most definately have hobbit feet. I'm usually really good at forgetting how hideous I am, but a glimpse of my feet yanks me back to the truth. Plus they are so easily stifled, I hate to wear shoes indoors, and I wear socks all the time outside, but now that my main mode of transportation is 20+ minute walks, shoes have become an unwelcome necessity.
Yeah, ew. Enough of that.
I'm getting worse at talking to people.
I can't get a job; interviews terrify me anymore.
Um, what else? Oh yeah, harry potter, what the hell, I hate the epilogue. I went to the mit coop party at midnight to get the book. Hardly a party, but I got in line nice & early! <3 Walked straight home, had some annies & a riblet, and read the freakin brick. Took three breaks to pet cats and sneak up on brian, wrapped things up around 6:20, danced around a bit in brian's face over harry not dying like he said, and then emailed my family that I was finished and going to get my fugly sleep!