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Dad and Mom in Applebee’s (Maryland) 

I’m back at Radford now… exciting, huh? The LAST SEMESTER EVER of moving in went really well. Peter and I unloaded 2 station-wagon-fulls of crap for my apartment. I’m always amazed at how much stuff I own.

After everyone left on Sunday, I was kind of sad and had no idea what I would do all week long. Brittany called and asked if she could spend a night in Radford, which definitely helped the week go by faster. We also went to Beadsburg 🙂 I’m such an arts & crafts nut.

Now Brittany has moved into Peter’s guest room in his house… (Try explaining to someone that your friend is living with your boyfriend. It’s humorous.). I hope she doesn’t regret moving to Chesapeake… I think that the “city” will be good for her.

I’m watching Everyone Loves Raymond… what a funny guy! I think I would have to shoot him if he were my husband though. It’s a good thing I have 3958230582039 episodes of Ray this week. Actually, I’ve been going out with friends and doing things, so I’ve only spent a small amount of time with the TiVo.

Well, time to eat my Wendy’s.

spicy bread.wmv

Lauren O, I bit off your cool movie idea and made my own. You find fun things on the internet 🙂

BTW– this is, by no means, a blockbuster hit, so you can basically expect to see a movie similar to a PowerPoint presentation. I was playing around with the buttons in the software.

I am a Scorpio!
(I just wanted to try something out here…)

Work lately has been ungodly busy, since we have tons of new students getting ready to begin school on August 1st. It’s crazy! I’ve heard that they may have found a replacement for me when I leave, and she seems really nice. I’m not sure if they’re actually going to hire her or not, but good luck to her!

Peter and I went to Gourmet Gang for lunch this afternoon. I love that place! Anyhow, while we were there, we ended up sitting way too close to these two late-twenties-ladies. Oh my goodness… I’ve never heard girls talk so fast in my life. They just yapped and yapped the entire time about weddings, engagement rings, veils, and wedding dresses. The one woman was married already, but the other was hoping that her boyfriend would propose to her soon. I didn’t think anything of the discussion until I heard the engage-ee announce that she can’t wait until he proposes and finally says that he loves her. Wait. What?? Finally? What is that crap? I wanted to turn to her in the midst of their conversation and ask her 1) Who stays with a guy for a significant amount of time, hoping that he’ll propose, even though he has never professed any love for her? 2) And how in the world is he going to get a word in edgewise if he decides to propose? Eek.

I’ve also realized tonight that Peter and I seem to come to similar conclusions, although we get their from totally different perspectives. I think that’s refreshing. He loves to debate, which I don’t really enjoy doing… but I took one for the team and debated to his little heart’s content.Regarding the above posted picture: 2 years ago,
I tried to make a picture frame for Peter for Valentine’s Day.
I went to Wal-mart and picked out V-Day colors and decided
that getting the heart stencil was probably too girly…
so I went with the paw prints instead. No, I was not on crack,
but I have no idea why, in my mind, paw prints were manlier than hearts.
This frame still sits on Peter’s desk at work,
although his coworkers encourage him to put it in a drawer.
That’s love.

Reality TV moment:
I’m watching Average Joe, and I think there are some pretty nice guys on there. I’m so glad that she got rid of the preppy, snobby models, because I really wanted to kick some of them in the manparts whenever they opened their mouths (–I’m really not as violent as it may sound in my blog). There’s this one “Average Joe,” named Arthur, and I feel bad for saying this, but he’s such a wussy, touchy-feely guy. All he ever does is talk about his feelings. I’m rooting for the Cancer Patient Therapist, Josh.

Saturn’s song is kinda creepy, like that of a horror movie.

There’s something sexy about a guy who wears eye makeup.

I'll sing it one last time for you 
Then we really have to go 
You've been the only thing that's right 
In all I've done 

And I can barely look at you 
But every single time I do 
I know we'll make it any where 
Away from here 

Light up, light up 
As if you have a choice 
Even if you can not hear my voice 
I'll be right beside you dear 

Louder, Louder 
And we'll run for our lives 
I can hardly speak I understand 
Why you can't raise your voice to say 

To think i might not see those eyes 
Makes it so hard not to cry 
And as we say our long goodbyes 
I nearly do 

Light up, light up 
As if you have a choice 
Even if you can not hear my voice 
I'll be right beside you dear 

Louder, Louder 
And we'll run for our lives 
I can hardly speak I understand 
Why you can't raise your voice to say 

Slower, slower 
We don't have time for that 
All I want's to find an easier way 
To get out of our little heads 

Have heart, my dear 
We're bound to be afraid 
Even if its just for a few days 
Making up for all this mess 

Light up, light up 
As if you have a choice 
Even if you can not hear my voice 
I'll be right beside you dear 

-Snow Patrol

There’s something about this song that makes me feel calm.
The kind of calm you feel right after you’ve cried your eyes out
and your body is still shaking involuntarily from the extreme emotions,
but then someone you love just holds you, and everything seems still,
and you feel as if everything you cried over was just a dream.

So I’m sitting in bed, thinking about how I don’t want to go back to college. My main reason that I don’t want to go is that I have already HAD my senior year. No offense to those who will be entering their senior year of college, but I already did it. I had my time. I’m done.

I have to go back to college for an internship, and that means that everyone I see will ask, “I thought you were a senior last semester,” and I will reply, “Yes, I was… and I am a super senior now,” which really sucks. The really immature part of me is thinking, “I did my senior year already, and now I don’t want to be thrown into the 2006-Senior-Category because I am older than you people, and I began college in 2001. I am a 2005 GRAD AT HEART!” …Well, I will be graduating in 2005 by the skin of my teeth (December).

(The above picture was a forced smile while I watched all of the people I came into college with graduate before me– a little sad and bitter, yes)