ho hum, she must be in it today.

it's the complex nuances that masquerade as "the simple things" that can make or break a day in the life of. it's also the truly simple things.

the way-aforementioned lyrics shouldn't be read into too deeply. much as i would like half of the total sum of the meanings of both songs to be relavent to my life, they're not. they're just beauty together, in the shape of piano keys and high notes with barely any sound of breath behind them.

i perused warefare in the student union building this evening. ashlen felt bad that i had to save what little money i had for my family's christmas presents, so she bought me homemade soap. it smells overwhelmingly of citrus and is exactly what i need.

i told someone about you and i a little bit. that i'd been attracted to you, and even liked you, at one point. (half of that sentence is true and half of that's a bit of a stretch.) they told me it was easy to see that you valued my friendship, assuming from the observation of us hanging out all the time. that fact honestly meant nothing to me until someone else pointed it out. and maybe you do, or maybe you just feel sorry for me, but at least you care...i think i can give you that much credit.

my friend was talking to me yesterday and made a prediction that tightroped the line between comedic funny and weird funny: she's giving me about a week before i get a boyfriend. apparently it only makes sense, since everyone else is latching on to a male object of affection. dear, you honestly have no idea--no matter how much i waved it off in every sense of the phrase, i've been looking at every guy i interact with on a daily-or-at-least-weekly basis with deer eyes (and, metaphorically, jaw--"damn, how come i haven't noticed him before??") funny the way minds work. i never take horoscopes seriously when i read them, so why am i searching through the thicket at anything i think to be game? (and that's a horrible way to put it.) i'm calling the ghostbusters soon.

i'm not holding out for you, i'm not holding out for any hero--no capes.

last blues party of the year tomorrow night? maybe i'll see him there, whoever he may or may not turn out to be. maybe not. maybe i should stop caring, but i care about most things, so that's a difficult thing to ask of me.

and when the internet wasn't working for a while, i settled my ass in to watch the only movie i have on my computer, which is Garden State. yes, it deserves to be capitalized. every time i hear that title i always think of eating lettuce and the color gray. which might or might not make sense, but all i know is that i want the shirt eight minutes and forty-six seconds in. for real.

i finally have my end of the foodstock full enough to last me through finals week, and a glass bottle of coke, which really does taste better than it does from anything else. it makes for a quite content little concentrated-simmered-down soul in this corner pocket of the world.

-d