take 'em all.

I have had a good weekend so far, despite missing my chance to snag Burning Fight tickets before they sold out. What a bummer. Hopefully, I can find some between now and 2 - 3 May 2009.

I love Champion as much as ever.

I had a blast last night with Andrew. Control, the Joy Division flick, is incredible. Not exactly uplifting--I mean, it's downright depressing--but amazing, all the same.

Breakfast with Dooley this morning at Soul Veg. Yum! And a movie later on, maybe.

The conference was alright. Two pictures that sum it up, I think:

That's right, a legacy continued by none other than our latest president-elect, Barack Obama. Notice the prediction is scrawled in dirt on the back of an 18-wheeler and that one-half of the names listed are misspelled. Talk about profound. Clearly, this person knows what (s)he's talking about. Take heed, ladies and gentlemen!

I'm outta here. I need to make ornament templates for the Linen and Lace trees.

forfeiture.

Last night was pretty awful for a couple of hours. Champ and I had a huge fight; the biggest fight in years, I think. I cried like a fucking baby.

We're fine now. And I'm so glad.

I have to learn that as much as I'm prone to protecting my friends and keeping them safe from harm, I've got to let them make their own mistakes, too. Otherwise, they'll never figure anything out for themselves. It's hard, though; I am honest and loyal to a fault, sometimes. I'm driven to take care of my family.

While unrelated, I always think I'm in trouble when I take a day off work. I really do feel like I'm playin' hookey. Even when it's a totally legitimate and/or approved absence. I've also got various and sundry classroom disasters playing in the back of my head till I'm in my room again. Ha.

Since we're on the subject of paranoia: I may well have sucked another nose ring into my face/throat/brain last night amidst the chaos of my fight with Champ. I've done it once before and nearly choked to death when it ejected itself from my sinus cavity and fell down the back of my throat. I mean, I'm sure I didn't actually ingest it; I just can't find it. But prior circumstances have me convinced I've got a, "sharp, foreign object lodged in my [head], dangerously close to my brain" (as explained to Jason Dooley this morning).

I swear to God, I'm so clumsy it's like, choreographed.

Getting ready and headed back to Athens.

EDIT:

I did not, in fact, snort/swallow my nose ring. I found it on the bathroom floor yesterday. Yaayy!

i never sleep still.

H2O, BANE, Cruel Hand, and Energy show was insane last night. I had such a good time. I saw people I hadn't seen in a while and new(er) friends I've been itching to spend time with.

Speaking of which/whom/him: I haven't laughed as hard as I did last night in months. Years, maybe. I couldn't breathe.

Boy: You have the best laugh. And I'm not just saying that.

Girl: Really? That's a good thing you like it. 'Cause I laugh all the time.

Boy: It is definitely a good thing. You know, laughing makes you live longer.

Girl: Ha! Then I'm gonna live for-fucking-ever. I'm IMMORTAL!

I think I coulda kicked abandoned Frosty cups across the Fellini's parking lot all night. Ha. I probably would have if it weren't for the convention today.

The convention, by the way, was a total bust. But I saved Kim's day; that's all that matters.

Don't know what I'm doing tonight. I'm sick as a dog. I suppose I oughta make myself dinner.

that's it.

I quit. I've got to walk away or shut down.

It's gotten to a point now that I'm too easily disappointed and I too frequently consider throwing over family, friends, responsibility . . . for a matter of hours, if not minutes. And in the face of perpetual uncertainty.

Here goes. Putting up walls, now; two bricks at a time.

who ate the bus riders?

Voted earlier in Forsyth County and promptly filled out a Change of Address form for future voting purposes. I've lived in Fulton for like, six years now. It's about goddamned time.

Anyway. There was no line. In fact, there were open booths when I got there. Needless to say, once I was finished, I had some time to kill and decided to stop by--where else--Northpoint Mall.

Purchased a bomber jacket like the one Rachel's got with the intentions of having them embroidered. Also picked up some new kicks. All my flip flops keep busting and Ashley told me I need to get, "real shoes." Fiiiine. Here:

Keds Champion lace-ups in black and white and a pair of Vans KVDs. Happy now? Also, if anyone wants to get me black-on-black Vans Authentic Lo Downs in a boy's 6/women's 7.5, please feel free to do so. I will be happy to provide a shipping address and I happen to be well-versed in the art of care package assembly, in the event that reciprocation is required.

Another delicious meal today. This time lunch. More goulash, a Granny Smith apple, Silk yogurt with a big scoop of Whole Foods chocolate chip granola (oh, it's vegan, alright; and amazing), and another cream soda.

Leatherface last night was ridiculous. So good. I braved the smoke and splashes of beer till the third-to-last song. But at that point, I was lightheaded and my eyes were killing me. I sat outside for the rest.

First formal observation tomorrow during fifth grade. I am nervous. I should be planning for it, probably. Heh. Procrastination is my middle name.

anti-veggies.

I just made a pot of goulash with mini Gimme Lean meatballs bigger than me. I don't know what I was thinking. I guess I've got lunch and dinner for the rest of the week.

Homemade Goulash + Virgil's Cream Soda = The Perfect Dinner.

I didn't do much of anything today--which I will more than likely regret tomorrow. I did go grocery shopping. My fridge and pantry look absolutely stunning. Beautiful. Lots of fruit, Silk yogurt, soy milk, water, granola, blah blah blah. Yummm.

I visited Mom, too. Revealed mah new ink. She didn't flip or cry; she actually liked it. I had to show her after she told me we're officially moving my paternal grandmother into an assisted living facility. I am thoroughly bummed, to say the least. But even more stoked on the tattoo after hearing the news.

Don't have much to write, apparently. Only working two days this week. School is out Tuesday for the election and I'll be in Athens for the GAEA Fall Conference from Thursday through Saturday or Sunday. Speaking of which: I gotta call the broad that's s'posed to be subbing for me.

Qjkfnrbwituwb. Can I have my best friends back, now?

ready for a funeral.

Yesterday was a busy one.

I woke up in Acworth and drove home after drinking black coffee and wrapping a few presents. Changed. Grabbed my paycheck. Hauled ass to Dad's work to deposit my monies. And headed to Ink & Dagger to get more work done by Jason Kelly.

I love it. Going back soon for the other shoulder.

I dropped my phone in the toilet (for the third time) and had to run home for a replacement. Then drove straight to Forsyth to trick or treat with the kids. David opted out--running around collecting candy generally doesn't make for a good time when it comes to diabetics--Signe was a Greek goddess, and Andy was Indiana Jones. But only until he decided he was too tired to carry a whip and his hat started bothering him, at which point I became Indiana Jones by default and Andy was merely Dr. Jones. Judy shoved a pillow up her robe, threw a mask on, and played Igor; complete with limp, lisp, and, "Yyeeeeth, maath-terrr!" Ridiculous.

By the time we finished, I was exhausted and came straight home. Bummed I couldn't hang at Rachel and Stan's, but I knew I'd fall asleep at the wheel and smash my car into a tree if I stayed out any longer. A haunted tree, even. No good.

Painted faces at the school carnival today for a couple hours and now I'm back home doin' nothin'. It's awesome. Haha.

Naptime, possibly?

EDIT:

Woke up a little while ago (it is now 7:50 pm) and I'm sittin' around, bored to death. My life sucks when both the people I regularly hang out with are gone.

Ugghhhghghghh.