Yesterday was the 4th of July, a day of great import to the history of the United States. Tommy J. completed his draft of the Declaration of Independence, AKA Georgie, go f*** yourself, and we New World colonists went out for a round of Sam Adams and shot off some Big Cat fireworks. So, in keeping with such grand tradition I spent the evening part of yesterday nursing some pale summer ales and watching a colorful sky show put on by the neighbors. I think it’s also appropriate to mention, and somehow foretelling of the direction this country’s headed these days, that my Independence day supper was a delicious chorizo quesadilla followed up with some teensy burgers (sliders in TGI Friday talk). Really, it was a great day. Happy America!
Author: kgb
clean-o-rama
This’n is gonna be a quickie, just to break myself from the cleaning semi-spree I finally started this morning. It’s helping a bit with the bogged down feeling I’ve had coming on for a while, so I’m hoping results will be even more outstanding after more tidying. Vacuum, ho!
serving up a sunday sundae
My room is an absolute mess. As a result I’ve avoided spending too much time in it except when I have no other options, like if I want to brush my teeth or sleep. The easiest, quickest solution would be to clean, but there seems to be something keeping me from springing into action. I think it’s the much more interesting prospect of just spending the day goofing off with people I enjoy.
But I can’t let this go on forever, so I’m resolving in this very moment to get up tomorrow and attack this disaster head on. It’ll probably ease the slowly growing anxiety I’ve felt since being home.
breaking blogfast
As often happens, some considerable amount of time has elapsed for which I’ve failed to account. Chock it up to negligence, forgetfulness, or just plain laziness. In brief, these past few months I have managed to accomplish a few more or less important things like completing my first year of college and, well, that’s about it. After a few weeks of being home I’ve fallen into a schedule of waking up no earlier than 10:15 a.m. and retiring only after 1:30 a.m. I wouldn’t call it the most efficient paradigm, but it does offer pleasure in that my lifestyle seems to resemble the luxury and intrigue of the 1920s socialite more and more every day. All that’s lacking are the extravagant dressing and evening gowns and the overabundance of alcohol. And the handful of handsome suitors to take me out for a night on the town. Is it really so much to ask?
These days I’m also suffering mild frustration owing to a lack of close physical contact with other people. Now, I’m very an acknowledge-others’-personal-space kinda gal, but sometimes I just have the urge to be in very close proximity with others. And not under any spectacular circumstances. Sitting side-by-side with someone whose arm lightly presses against mine –that’s all it takes. Maybe that’s sounding desperate and pathetic, but it’s just how I feel.
So, with 8 minutes remaining ’til the third hour I’m going to call it a night.
nighttime productivity
it’s nearly 2AM. i’m getting up in about 5 hours to take an exam for my Astronomy class. it’s interesting stuff–maybe i’ll work towards a minor, or something. japanese and astronomy. somehow it strikes me as a good combination.
okay, it’s probably time for all good children to be in bed.
undergoing minor modifications
So, not really out of any specific purpose or desire, I’ve made several slight changes to the appearance of this here blog. To keep things interesting, I suppose.
I say this often (or think it a lot) that I should keep better record of my day-to-day goings-on. Yesterday, for instance, I jumped into a frigid pool of water, the frigidity compounded by the fact that out of water the temperature was somewhere in the neighborhood of 25-30° F. It was pretty refreshing, only I think I’m paying for it now with some crappy, piddly cold. I really dislike the feeling of being sick. You can’t enjoy anything when a strange haze is hovering over you, distorting your senses in the worst possible way. For me I always lose my sense of smell and taste while my eyes and ears become hyper-sensitive. Truly a dumb combination.
Well, as I’ve been composing this I’ve gotten progressively achy and tired, so I’ll probably go and take a nap. Sounds good.
desirous woman, online 
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