i love love

potlucks at the house on cayuga - drinks, singing, FOOODDDD, dancing, tapping, slapping . ....

facepaints, taboo, art(ists_)

AND

"pass the gorp, jesus"

(as i prepare for drunken slumber tim belts in the living room as if every song he sings is to grace - ))))))

:B

"she moves so easily she reminds me of sunlight"

drunk tim = falling + hugging

tim fell half-way down our stairs this evening. i had to bandage him up .

this is, quite literally, what happened.

count down (or maybe up - ?? )

10 days until i am 21.

3 days and fifteen minutes till i am in chicago.

3 days and fifteen minutes until i see carmen (and maybe even Garmen!!!).

3 days until i give a bullshit presentation on the apollo program.

2 days until i turn in my take home final to my professor/meet my group members to glue things to a poster.

1 day till i start assembling the group paper.

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7 hours till i should be done writing my take home final essay.

edward sharpe and the magnetic zeros

good show last night, first one i have seen in santa cruz .

in addition, the internet in my apartment has gone MIA so now i am sitting in a coffee shop that is actually wonderful but i got the last seat sitting next to the mens restroom so now i get the delightful smell of piss urry time some man goes to the bathroom.

awks.

my new favorite t-shirt sweater - there's never really a good time of a year for a t-shirt sweater, it just doesn't really make sense.

[to carmen] in addition, i guess i got tim hyped up for the city really bad - i'm not sure why. but heres how it went:

annie: no, i'm going to the city on saturday though

tim: oh yeah! i'm down i am sooo down!

annie: well thats the thing...

tim: i'm down !

annie: i was wondering if it was cool if i just went

tim: oh.. yeah, you can take my car...

annie: oh no, its alright i have my zipcar. i didn't mean to get you hyped up or anything - we'll just be fabric shopping

tim: no its cool... i guess it would be kind of weird.

AND THEN I FELT BAD. but i mean, really tim? oops. i am hoping he was stoned enough to forget, which i am sure he was.

alright, now its time to fall asleep to anthony bourdain's hunky man voice talking about delicious foods i'll probably never get around to trying.

drenched/

this is how wet my pants are. i have a sick dried pants bikini line !

dis isssss my thrifted shirt. okay. you can't see it, but i was really into my wisp of hair chillin in the photo.