muck fichigan

today i wore real past-the-ankle socks for the first time in half a year. fortunately, that alone marks this monday as exciting because otherwise, it was a whole lot of playing catch-up.

but oh, fantabulous weekend of apple-vanilla lotion. belgian waffles. amelie soundtrack. kissing in the rain. hoodie pouches. pillow talking. borrowed clothing. calculator messages. double winking. smoothie skittles. nighttime swimming. cortland apples and squeaky chesse. deep pockets.

for some reason, i like the way people say "i haven't figured myself out yet". also, for some ODD reason, i feel this immense self-pressure to save lives on wednesday by donating my blood, even though it takes place in a cafeteria and will involve pain. i must be feeling guilty for something and am unconsciously trying to redem myself with PAIN, or rather, helping people. or maybe i just want many free cookies and won't admit it, even to myself.

man, i'm wiped.

the week's study music (in order):
damn it feels good to be a gangsta- office space
ruin my life- pat mccurdy
let's get together- al green
all these things that i've done- the killers
i can go the distance- hercules (completely the "influence" of AMY)
naked as we came- iron & wine
maybe it's maybeline- relient k
over and over again (lost and found)- clap your hands say yeah
sex at six- the profits