Random Thursday Thoughts:

- I still need to write the fiction story that was assigned a week ago and due tonight. glorious…

Promise to self: This weekend I will do my homework… and be a good school girl…

- I reread an older email that I sent to this guy… and I think that I definitely have the ability so sound like a cooky-chick… Fuck. I hate that… but eh, whatchu gonna do ‘bout it?

- One of you ::wagging finger at all readers:: works at my company… I thought Big Brother had figured out some TMI about this OCG… not sure if I am relieved or more nervous… Don’t you blow my cover now!

- I think that I am truly dyslexic. The stupid word verifications are messing with me… who knew that “p” and “q” could be so confusing?!?

- I found something I am super stoked to do this summer… now I just need god to bless me with the funds… so if any of you would like to donate $5000 to the OCG fund… (more would be accepted as I would also like one of my girlfriends to be paid for) I would greatly appreciate it thankyouverymuch.

- On the same, yet different, note… I had to cancel my St. Patty’s day holiday to Ireland… bumming about that…

- I am soooo ready for a vacation, or just the opportunity to get out of town, it’s not even funny.

- I spent all day Tuesday in tears… I am not one to normally cry. I called my mother and she said, “OCG, you are never in a bad mood.” I told her I saw attitude as a choice and normally I chose to not be in a bad mood… it affects no one but me, so why should I… but some days life can weigh upon one’s soul rather heavily.

- I am back to my happy-go-lucky (need to do my homework now) self…


I have more, but it just sounds like more ‘jibber jabber’ so, for you Brack, I shall stop…

Happy day!

::muah::

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Okay… I lied I am going to add throughout the day… because I can… and I really want to procrastinate this paper...

- You know some girls look in the mirror and think that they are fatter than they are? I think I am the opposite. I think I look in the mirror and think I am skinnier than I am…

- I have a pair of jeans that Beach Chic told me, “I hope I never looked like that in those.”

- I wore those jeans today (yes I get to wear jeans to work). I think my ass looks hot in them. Screw you Beach Chic.

- Thank god for brutally honest friends… I truly do love them… I wouldn’t have them any other way.

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- Lizzie was talking about an oddly cute barista the other day… in one of my classes there is an oddly cute boy. I think he’s young… if they fall just below the “half your age plus seven” age range… is it still okay to look?

- And why would that be okay because I am a girl… but it would gross me out if it was a guy talking about a young girl…

- I could listen to “Battleflag” by Lo Fidelity Allstars all. day. long. (Onion may shoot me soon... but fuck if this song doesn't want to make you get up and shake you booty... that really does look hot in these jeans.)


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- Last night, knowing I had a long night of studying ahead of me, I drank a venti Americano (add one equal and one inch of cold soy) and about four cups of coffee at dinner, so I could stay up and do my homework… I went home and immediately fell asleep.

How is it that homework has a more sedative power than Ambien?



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IF I HAD MY LIFE TO LIVE OVER - by Erma Bombeck
(written after she found out she was dying from cancer).
I would have gone to bed when I was sick instead of pretending the earth would go into a holding pattern if I weren't there for the day.
I would have burned the pink candle sculpted like a rose before it melted in storage.
I would have talked less and listened more.
I would have invited friends over to dinner even if the carpet was stained, or the sofa faded.
I would have eaten the popcorn in the 'good' living room and worried much less about the dirt when someone wanted to light a fire in the fireplace.
I would have taken the time to listen to my grandfather ramble about his youth.
I would have shared more of the responsibility carried by my husband.
I would never have insisted the car windows be rolled up on a summer day because my hair had just been teased and sprayed.
I would have sat on the lawn with my grass stains.
I would have cried and laughed less while watching television and more while watching life.
I would never have bought anything just because it was practical, wouldn't show soil, or was guaranteed to last a lifetime.
Instead of wishing away nine months of pregnancy, I'd have cherished every moment and realized that the wonderment growing inside me was the only chance in life to assist God in a miracle.
When my kids kissed me impetuously, I would never have said, "Later. Now go get washed up for dinner." There would have been more "I love you's." More "I'm sorry's."
But mostly, given another shot at life, I would seize every minute...look at it and really see it.
Live it and never give it back.