April 23rd, 2005


A Pointless Nostalgic... that's me.

My stress level just went through the roof. I e-mailed my prospective topic for my final paper to my TA for Poetry of Rap, and am anxiously waiting either the a-ok, go head, omgshelbyyou'reaGENIUS, etc. Other than that, I really need to start writing out a potential script for my "sending my message out to sea" theme. I don't know what else to do besides the "Pope" idea. I thought maybe a ruined author, but... I don't know. I like the idea of being an new Pope yelling at God for answers, because it definitely has loads of dramatic potential. Still, 10 minutes... somehow it has to stretch out for ten minutes. I'm sure I can pull it off but, only one week left omg. I'm hopefully going to be choreographing my ballet tonight so I can start practicing it...

Hey, um... God? The next few weeks are really going to suck so, um, if you feel like bumping the apocalypse ahead to say um, Wednesday, that would be great, plzkthnx.

Flaming shitballs... I need to draw in my sketchbook. Like whoa. I am supposed to have 24 new drawings since spring break and I think I have uh... 8. Not Cool. I'm so glad Rachel is giving us time in class to work on our final projects... I'm going to have to start piecing my concepts together... I'm a little terrified of this final gallery session. Apparently Rachel is inviting all the other drawing classes and random people on the street. Pressure is on.

I need to go on a calling spree. Shane, Madre, Chris, Bill, blah blah blah. With my luck, no one will pick up their phone. I was comforted after talking to Schaynna but I think she's wrong... because Phil talked to Shane. I don't know, this would probably be easier if I would just get over my bad self and call Matt - because doubtless he's done enough research to re-enact the entire thing. I don't know, I just hate waiting on tenterhooks for some bloody answers. All I know is that if Shane ends up in jail, I am going to kick some ass when I go home.

Things Wot Shelby Wants
Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream
A Time-Turner.
More Hugs.
Hot Chocolate.
DRUGS. *snnnrrrkk*
To talk to Cal again. Haaa. Cross-global goodness.
To hang out with Jeff some more. Sheer Hilarity.
Company? Where for is everyone?
Irish Coffee. 0_o
A call from Messr. Matthew.
To Dance. Ballet in a few. Good Christ...

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    Absolutely Zero - Jason Mraz
dust collector

Super Mega Happy Dragon...

So, I feel like an ass. I'm totally missing Faith's Gospel Choir concert because I need to be focusing on my final projects, and I can't do it for the life of me. So I've been getting caught up in my sketchbook, which is good. Thankfully, we decided on music for the ballet so tomorrow hopefully we'll get that choreographed. And then Jeff will come over. And then a new week will start, and I'll go out of my goddamn mind.


Christ. Ok... I need to get my creative juices flowing. I am semi-pacified after updating angstcakes, and screeching at Mother nature. Maybe now I can direct my wrath at the whatever from high above the thing whilst trying to capture the mindset of the Pope. God only knows what that is, anyway. HAH. I made a funny. Anyway, any ideas or input would be appreciated.

Gahhh... so hungry. Faith hasn't eaten yet either, and wont be home until 10. How sad... UDS was beyond horrible tonight so maybe we can order from Lucky Dragon, or Great Dragon, or Happy Dragon, or Golden Dragon, or Super-Mega-Hyper-Psychadelic-Awesome Dragon.

Ammended "Things Wot Shelby Wants" List
More hugs.
A Masseuse.
A nice, short, slash-fic to brighten my day.
Earl Grey Tea.
Minions. Little green ones...
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    Modus Operandi - Orange Dust

They will see me flailing from such great heights...

OMG♥PASTA!! *snogchomp*

Shut up. I like food.

Also, HEE!!

So... screaming online is ridiculously entertaining. Never underestimate the power of caps lock when coupled with an excessive amount of consonants. At the moment however, I feel supreme gratitude. I came home after securing Haagan Dazs Mint Chip ice cream, checked my e-mail, to find the most delightful comment ever. So, thank you incroyable. *love beam*

My mum called today, which was horrific. Yeah... she managed to make me cry from four hours away. She totally deserves a medal. I don't know how she manages to make everything seem so impossible. It's like I'm already a failure because I don't have a job yet, and she thinks Faith and I are insane because we haven't tried to find two more roommates. 0_o I don't know where she thinks we have room to put them... the closet, perhaps? I suppose the cupboard under the stairs is always an option...

Holy Post-aholic Day, Batman! My bad. Sorry ya'll. At least it's quality writing. Consider it a warm-up for the Pope vs. God fiasco that's on the way. Anyway, the ice cream has been secured, and the prospect of liquor is on the horizon.