Currently listening to:
�Linger� by Jonatha Brooke
You saw me through the keyhole of a door that I kept locked
But I�d decorate the threshold just in case you knocked
What I might feel on the edges you will never come to know
And who I might in the corners I will never ever ever show
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As I was cruising along the highway to Michelle�s place this afternoon, I realized this was the first �spring� (although it feels like a scorching summer) that I haven�t been in school. The drive and the weather reminded me of the days back in college when I would skip my classes and drive to Virginia Beach for the day. It was only 45 minutes away from my school, and I would pack my beach bag, grab a beach towel, and lug my backpack into the car (just in case I was inspired to catch up on some reading for classes�rarely happened though). I would lay out on my towel along the beach, put on my headphones and doze off to la-la land. But I could never lay out for long. I have a hard time falling asleep in the sun. And I guess I was a bit paranoid that someone would come by while I was sleeping and run off with my stuff. But then again, who would want to steal an accounting and business law book, right? Man, those were the days. But today while I was driving, I realized I wasn�t heading to the beach this time and came face to face with the reality that I would never get another �spring break�. Darn.
Michelle and I went out to get pho for lunch and spent some time discussing her wedding plans. It�s tentatively set for September 22 this year. Not really much time to plan, but I think she�s handling it pretty well (although it has been somewhat stressful for her). Hopefully, she�ll let me help out any way I can, although she claims she doesn�t really need my help (man, she�s more stubborn than I am). We looked through bridal magazines for bridesmaid dresses. I think her and I agree on similar styles. As long as it�s modest and I can hide my big arse in it, I�m fine. She also wants her bridesmaids to get their hair and makeup done at the salon she�s going to. I have some reservations about that. Makeup artists usually have this tendency to make people look like clowns. That or like a rainbow with pale white skin, bright, crimson lips and cheeks, and tacky blue eye shadow. I�m not into all that. I wish I could attend her wedding and walk down the aisle in t-shirt and jeans, with a ponytail, one application of mascara and just a touch of flavored lip gloss. I�d feel like myself then. But I�m willing to do whatever she asks because after all, it is her day.
Ok. I�m off to the bookstore. Anyone out there read something worthwhile lately? I�d love to get some recommendations.
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