life is beautiful

what more can i say?

no really, i think i'm all out.

okay, okay.

so i cry wolf like that every month or so, but this time it might be for real.

oh yeah, the good news about the whole car incident is that after i tossed and turned that whole night, trying to decide if i should tell him or how to tell him--he never even noticed. i got up early and whispered a confession to my mom, over waffles and oj...she chuckled and said, dismissively, "oh, i put a dent in it the first time i drove it and he's never said a thing about it." Have i ever mentioned what a perfectly angelic, strong, nurturing, fantastic mother I have? well, she's all those things and more. hell, she was Miss Betty Crocker at Pasadena HIgh in 1955. (which could explain why i'm the only girl i know who actually cooks--and cooks well, i might add).

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
creeps in its petty pace from day to day
to the last syllable of recorded time
when all our yesterdays have lighted fools
their way to dusty death
Out, out brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
who struts and frets his hour upon the stage
and then is heard no more
It is a tale told by an idiot
full of sound and fury
signifying nothing.

Just a little culture for y'all.

i had to memorize that in my 10th grade english class. sadly, i cant remember if it's from Hamlet or MacBeth.

And i should remember, because I took a Shakespeare class in college, which was only 6 years ago.

aw fuck. 6 years ago??? 6 years. the last time i took college classes was 6 motherfucking years ago. god i'm old. and pathetic, since i STILL haven't graduated.

oh. my. god. i just remembered what movie i saw for the first time last night. The Ring. that was pretty damn scary, i have to say.

and there's something else i was going to say. but can i think of it? hell no. it was probably more interesting than any of this other crap, too.

okay. i'll be signing off for a bit. i'll be in portland til monday.

maybe i'll post from the coast. hehe hehe. i love rhyming. so, have a fantastically wonderful weekend and drink a lot and sleep late and go to the beach!!!!!!!!!!!! (well, that's what i'll be doing, so i figure if everyone who reads this does it, too, then it'll be like some big hands across america thingy, only with beer and sand....)