i was looking for the mushroom. OKAYY?!?!

Oh goodness it has been quite awhile since I've been on here. Ok 6 months. That's half a year. I'm sorry blog.

K so, I'm going to do a miniature timeline type thing. Just so I don't have to type as much.

All in chronological order k GO!!!

January ~ Classes start. It snows. It's cold. Yeah.

February ~ Classes suck. It snows. It's cold. Yeah.

March ~ Classes are ok. Sister comes home for Spring Break. Fun ensues.

April ~ Classes are intense. Most AMAZING trip to Austin in the world.

May ~ The most eventful.... Piggy Flu... Nuff' said. Haha, no, just kidding. Finals pushed up/cancelled. Drunk cowboys and IHOP at 3a.m. with sister the night before graduation. *Hums 'Pomp and Circumstance'* Graduation.

That's right everyone. This little mija is a college graduate. My mother cried the entire time.

Things now are, complicated, but it'll get better. I know it will. It has to or everyone will suffer the Wrath of Theresa, the Empress of All Understanding in Subeternal World. So, I mean, you best keep things going good, right? Yeah, I just made that up, but run with it, it makes me look cool.

Nothing's changed around here. I mean not drastically. My dad still asks me to mow the dirt every Saturday, the Cubs still suck, I still love the Cubs, and Chris Marshall still gives the best hugs ever. On a side note, I'm very proud of him, he graduated high school this past month. Some things change, people move away, people make sucky desicions. It's life.

I work at Hastings now. A lot of people don't know what the heck a Hastings is. It's like Best Buy, but way smaller and green. With Khakis on. I make coffee and sell books. It's great. I've been working odd hours, which is why I find myself awake at a quarter past 3a.m. with nothing better to do than write a blog.

So, I will leave you with that, and everything else that goes with this dandy little blog. I'm going to name him Jeffery, after that little boy on the airplane with Bill Cosby 100 years ago.

Song of the Day!!

Bright Eyes ~ Sunrise, Sunset

Sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise, sunset.
Swiftly go the days.
Sunrise, sunset.
You wake up, then you undress.
It always is the same.
The sunrise and the sunsets.
You are lying while you confess, keep trying to explain.
The sunrise and the sunsets
You realize then you forget what you've been trying to retain.
But everybody knows that it is all about the things
that get stuck inside of your head,
like the songs your roommate sings
or a vision of her body as she stretches out on your bed.
She raised her hands in the air, asked you,
When was the last time you looked in the mirror?
Cause you've changed.
Yeah, you've changed.
Sunrises, sunsets.
You're hopeful then you regret.
The circle never breaks.
With a sunrise and a sunset there's a change of heart or address.
Is there nothing that remains?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You're manic or you're depressed.
Will you ever feel ok?
For a sunrise or a sunset, your lover is an actress.
Did you really think she'd stay?
For a sunrise or a sunset.
You're either coming or you just left but you're always on the way.
Towards a sunrise or a sunset, a scribble or a sonnet.
They are really just the same.
To the sunrise and the sunset.
The master and his servant have exactly the same fate.
It's a sunrise and a sunset.
From a cradle to a casket.
There is no way to escape.
The sunrise and the sunset.
Hold your sadness like a puppet, keep putting on the play.
But everything you do is leading to the point
where you just won't know what to do.
And at that moment you may laugh
but there is someone there who will be laughing louder than you.
So it's true, the trick is complete.
Become everything you said you never would be.
You're a fool! You're a fool!
Sunrise, sunset, sunrise, sunset.
Sunrise and the sunsets.
Sunrise, sunset, sunrises, sunsets.
Sunrise and the sunsets.
Sunrise, sunset.
Go home to your apartment
and put the cassette in the tape deck and let that fever play.
Sunrise, sunset.
Where are you Arienette?
Where are you Arienette?

Final Thoughts!!:

I am in a nonchalant honest and blunt mood because I firmly believe you have forgotten my chocolate. And if you have forgotten my chocolate, I fear that means you have forgotten me.

You may be wondering why my profile picture is green. It is green in support of Iran becoming and democracy. I suggest everyone screen their pictures green and let's show these pansies what we're made of. Not saying you have to, "drink your kool-aid, follow me. Here's some classical music to ease your pain." Not at all. Do as you please.

I'm done now.