Monday, August 28, 2006

[Allergies are the pits.]


I've sneezed at least twice today. No, really, that's a big deal for me. I don't often sneeze even once in a day, and twice very often equals pending disaster. But that's not the annoyance. I don't mind--er, well, I'm used to a stuffy/runny nose and obligatory hoarseness. No, the honest-to-goodness sucky part is when my ears get all funky and my equilibrium goes out the door. I was sitting down a while ago. All I did was turn my head the wrong direction, apparently, and I very nearly passed out. Eep! My roomies are going to kickboxing class, and I'd really like to go along, but I'm not sure that would be a smart thing to do with my head spinning.

Drama, drama, drama...

I heart new music. It just tickles my happy place. I got Kutless's Strong Tower in the mail today, and there's just no music that gets me quite like a driving guitar riff. Gah! An energetic drummer just completes it. Relatedly, I've decided my favorite instrumental combo is guitar and piano with a little bit of violin playing in the background. I just float away from earth when I hear it.

Oh, and I bought the wrong French workbook. Sucky, since I think I bought it about a month ago, past the return date, and now I'm buying a new one on top of it. Dangit, if I'm gonna waste money, I want to waste it on fun things, not buying two entirely-too-similar books for class.

What can I say? It takes skeeeeells, yo.

I'm making my brownies for the BBQ Wednesday night. Get excited.

In hindsight, wearing heels my first day back to class with too many books in my backpack was a dumb move. I got too excited that it was cool enough outside for jeans and boots. I'm actually not a fan of Missouri's extreme temps. My favorite season, hands-down, is autumn, especially around my birthday, not for the obvious reason, but because the weather is pretty much my ideal temperature and just overcast enough that it's ok that I forgot my shades yet again.

Ooh, speaking of my birthday (by the way, do I seem more talkative than normal today??), the Saturday beforehand, NEMO Fairgrounds will be holding the annual Galloway Scottish Games, and that's where I will be, lost in a happy place of bagpipes, clan tartans, and men who wear kilts. I think I have a new point on my checklist of my dream man (whom I doubt I'll ever find, but it's fun to think about): willing to wear a kilt. What can I say? I'm a proud Scotswoman. "By yon bonny banks and by yon bonny braes/Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond/Where me and me true love were ever wont to be/On the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond/Oh I'll take the 'igh road and ye'll ta'k the low road/And I'll be in Sco'tland a'fore ye/But me and me true love will ne'er meet again/On the bonny bonny banks of Loch Lomond!"

Teehee.

Well, I think I'll sign off now that you've become convinced that I'm certifiably nuts. Peace and Love, brothers and sisters!

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