Pardon me, ma'am-

-but did I hear you say that you needed help decorating your house for Christmas?

...

My friend has a rich grandmother, and I got paid to have fun decorating.
Love love love love love.

So confused...

ISFP= me.

I appreciate your help, but I'm not broken thankyouverymuch.


Anyways, I've got a tumblr now & I love it verymuch, buuuuut...
It's so confusing. I need a tutorial. For serious, I have no idea how to do anything except follow & publish a post.

O HAI!

So I made a tiramisu, ate a piece, & gave two pieces away. Then I left overnight, and when I come back the next morning...



This is all that was left.


So I made another one.



Nobody is going to even TOUCH this one until Sunday.
Can't wait ♥


So, it's been a while since my last blog.
In the meantime, I've

helped to demolish the old play-house in our backyard,

^{That's Amy in the foreground. She helped. Really, she did.}

gone to MVA's Fall Fest,

<sup>Dean Wright & Jeanmark, pillow fighting


Brian & Arnesia


Allison & Bri</sup>


AND

I still haven't started my history term paper.

I'm sure I'll regret that later.
...
Okay, I'm regretting it now.

Thank You.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.
To whoever posted that anonymous comment on my last blog post thing, thank you. I'm not being sarcastic or snide or anything like that- I'm genuinely thankful.

It's been a while since I had a good long think about who I am, what I'm doing with my life, the meaning of said life, etc. I needed a little shove to push me into the deeper end of the thinking pool.
Unfortunately, half of my brain is missing, so I didn't get very far.
No, really! I mean, not literally, but I'm still not being funny, either!

You see, over the summer, I got really close to my little sister. This was a huge milestone for us, since we've kinda been plotting to kill each other at odds with each other since anyone can remember. The point is that I got so used to having her around, that she kinda became a part of my thought process. She was like my second eyeball- without her point I view, I could only think in 2D and without a whole lot of depth-perception.

Anyways, even without an eyeball/ half a brain, I think I still did pretty well for myself. I discovered a few things, none of which I find necessary to post here because I somewhat doubt anyone is interested. Unless Anonymous is interested, in which case you (anonymous) should leave a comment & I would be very willing to share.


In other news (also read as, "back to the shallow end"...)


Everything is prepared. I have the ingredients, the recipes are on the fridge, I'll have plenty of time... But I'm still scared. You see, I'm going to learn how to make ladyfingers & tiramisu. Which is why I got enough ingredients for TWO batches. I'll let you know how that goes.

Also...


I'm excited about seeing THIS KID next month.

♥

If there's going to be one thing I hate about college, it's going to be that it made all of my friends go far away. I mean, after practically living with people for a little under four years, you get used to them being around you constantly. So it's really a no-brainer that OF COURSE I miss them.







Soogie, if you read this, I'm addicted to Korean music now.
I JUST CAN'T UNDERSTAND WHAT THEY'RE SAYING.






_{post PS- I'd appreciate it if you would pray for me & my family. If I can't get financial aid or find a good enough job, then I won't be able to attend college. Thanks.}

*wheeze!*

^{We went to a playground ♥
My little brother & our dog Sera
lovelovelove Fall
Ummm...?}

So... I've been (kinda) working out. You know, walking more, doing some leg lifts & pushups.
I am SO out of shape.
Speaking of shape, I would like to take this moment to admit that I would absolutely love to be friends with Taylor Lautner. I mean, WOW. Talented kid _{(can I say kid if I'm just a year older?)} AND _{(in my humble opinion)} pretty durned good looking, not to mention the glowing testimonials of the people that he works with.
PLUS who wouldn't want to be friends with someone who laughs at G-strings while on the Tyra show? I mean, really people.

In other news...

I just got back from an interview at the Abercrombie & Fitch headquarters thing in New Albany.
First off, the guy at the 1st checkpoint/ security hut thing looked like John Travolta (except more this generation). Then we drive in, and the place is HUGE like a community of offices except it's in this wooded area & the architecture was so cool & there were random bonfires just chilling around the place (safely away from the wooded areas), and there were scooters lying around so that people could scooter around from building to building & EVERYONE was gorgeous & being friendly & ---!
It was basically like a whole different planet. I still smell like an Abercrombie store. I got into the car & my mom was like, "YOU SMELL DELICIOUS!"
Basically, I'm really excited about it.

AAAshnagmfrakgmntplthids!

That is the unintelligible cry of an obviously stressed out Genevieve.

Asher Roth sums up pretty well how I've been feeling recently.





I was about to go on a tirade about how parents are supposed to be at least a little bit more mature than their children, but I've decided that nothing I say is going to help so...

Here's the recipe for the pie that I made a while back, with little helpful hints of mine added in.


1 recipe pastry for a 9 inch double crust pie
^{(very easy, look it up on google or buy it at the store)}
1/2 cup unsalted butter
3 tablespoons all-purpose flour
1/4 cup water
1/2 cup white sugar
1/2 cup packed brown sugar
8 Granny Smith apples - peeled, cored and sliced
^{if you're worried about the apples getting brown prior to baking, put them in a lemon juice & water mix}

DIRECTIONS
Preheat oven to 425 degrees F (220 degrees C). Melt the butter in a saucepan. Stir in flour to form a paste. Add water, white sugar and brown sugar, and bring to a boil. Reduce temperature and let simmer.
^{OK, here's the thing- the first time I tried this, I burned the sugar. Unless you really know what you're doing with the sugar, I'd suggest having someone there who's done it before. That way, you can blame it on them if something goes wrong; I had my mother help with that the 2nd time, and it came out perfect.}
Place the bottom crust in your pan.
^{I didn't know this- you have to actually take about half of the pie crust dough & roll it out. Don't just squish it into the pie pan (I'll admit, that's what I did the first time).} Fill with apples, mounded slightly.^{I'd go for a deep-dish pie tin, because otherwise you don't really use all the apples.} Cover with a lattice work of crust.^{Roll out the dough again, cut it into strips, lay them on top.} Gently pour the sugar and butter liquid over the crust. Pour slowly so that it does not run off.
Bake 15 minutes in the preheated oven. Reduce the temperature to 350 degrees F (175 degrees C). Continue baking for 35 to 45 minutes, until apples are soft.


- ♥ - ♥ - ♥ - ♥ - ♥ - ♥ -

Your end product should look something like this-
^{This is the second pie obviously, not the first.}

REMEMBER-
Third time's the charm. I plan on making another soon, this time without using my mother as backup on the sugar-melting portion. Wish me luck.

Trains Across the Sea & Janelle Monae

So I've been thirsting for new music recently, & my wish has been granted!

I KNOW FOR A FACT that (besides Alia) you probably have never even heard of Trains Across the Sea, and that means that you should go visit their myspace music page thingy. That is, if you enjoy folk-sy music. If folksy stuff isn't your cup of tea, then I'd suggest listening to this anyway just to see if your musical taste buds have changed any. They are quite charismatic in person- I saw their show last night at Skully's, and have been familiarizing myself with them since.


Also, how have I never heard of Janelle Monae until just today? Apparently, her album is a story thing (rock opera? Like Daft Punk & Discovery, maybe?) & this is "Many Moons," which is a part of the story. Anyways, enjoy.





In other news-

I am extremely behind on my college payments, because I thought that I had financial aid but I don't and I thought that since I was so late that I would be dropped but I haven't been and for some reason I'm still in class. This is a basic summary of a very frustrating and stressful situation, so it'd be great if you could support me in your prayers. Thanks ♥

Delicious Treats & Family

So, remember that apple picking excursion I wrote about? Well, my mother and I are currently in the process of removing any trace of apple from our house. And this is how we propose to do it- ^{DELICIOUS APPLE PIE}
We actually made a multitude of baked apple treats- apple crisp, apple pie, apple fritter, apple sauce- and we STILL have apples! So, if you're in the area & feeling a bit peckish... feel free to come raid our oven.

Today, as a part of our plan to fob off as much of our apple-themed cooking as we could, we had my older sister Sieanna over to visit, along with our family friend Becky. Becky has a baby girl named Gianna, and she is quite the little charmer.
^{Becky & Gianna
Sieanna & Gianna (they rhyme!)
Love attack!}


The slightly humorous part of this situation is that Becky had to practically wrestle my mother simply to hold her own child- my mother LOVES babies, so of course she had Gianna planted firmly on her hip as soon as they walked through the door. Sieanna is getting married soon, & while I haven't exactly heard any verbal confirmation of my theories, I believe my mother has a strong wish for Sieanna to go & procreate as quickly as possible.
Aaaah, family.

Ironic

^{view of the sunrise from a 2nd story window on campus}



(this is probably one of those "you had to be there" stories)

So, my history class went out on a field trip today to go see the Indian Mounds in Newark (Newark Earthworks). Our prof was super-excited about it, & she was semi-upset with us because no one had done the assigned reading so nobody really knew what she was talking about. Despite our ignorance & indifference, she forged on & continued to lecture us & bombard us with lots of (in my opinion) useless information. Afterwards, she asked whether anyone had time to go see the other earthwork site, to which we all gave a sort of negative-themed noncommittal group grunt, which led her to believe that we all had classes that we had to get to. The truth is that a group of us had decided to go to Chipotle, and we weren't really as enthusiastic as our dear professor. The thing is, once we got to Chipotle, we were startled to realize that it was actually right across the street from the other site that our prof had wanted us to visit! So we ended up admiring the mounds from afar, in our cozy (if slightly crowded) table at Chipotle.

Anyways.



Okay, just got this in from the library, and I feel super attached to it. I mean, I'd love it any which way, but I feel as if this album would be the soundtrack of this year for me, if my life/year were a pop/techno musical. My absolute favorites are: "The Saltwater Room," "Dental Care," "The Tip of the Iceberg,"(lyrics) and "Vanilla Twilight."(lyrics)
I'd just like to note that I had typed almost the entire album before I had to narrow my choices down.

(PS- IT'S 11:11 MAKE A WISH!)

Apple Picking Adventures

This is how the conversation went-
Me: Mother, do you have work today?
Mother: No, why?
Me: I need to get out of the house. We're going apple picking.

AND THUS IT BEGAN.

So I called up my bud Amy & she brought her friend Bri & we all went gallivanting around the countryside, climbing trees.


^{Amy searching for the perfect Golden Delicious.}

Afterwards, I decided that since we were already halfway there, we might as well go to Mount Vernon for some of the most delicious & cheap ice cream ever- THE DAIRY ♥ ♥

^{Some SUPER-SWEET bikes in front of The Dairy}


And now we have a ridiculous amount of apples. Amy insists that she is going on an "apple diet", but I am quite content to just sit on my porch with some fresh apple cider & enjoy Autumn whilst waiting for my mother to make apple crisp & apple pie & basically apple anything.

In other news-
I left my iPod with my sister about a month ago and I JUST GOT IT BACK.
I feel as if a piece of my soul has just returned to me.

LOLLIPOP!

The guy who does the *pop!* sound effect is a cutie ♥

The point is that I have a new obsession with youtube, and I simply love all of the random music that I stumble across.

Like this one, following the "lollipop" theme-


Gaaaah so cute. Apparently, the girl group is 2NE1 & the boy group is BIGBANG.
I kinda want to think they're awesome, and I kinda want to laugh until I can't breathe.

PS- I have fallen in love with BIGBANG, simply because they are a group of hot Korean guys than can (sometimes) sing ♥
For some reason, I highly doubt that the library will have any of their CDs...

Watcha Say?

Okay, so I heard this song on the radio & while I think it's quite catchy, I just CANNOT get Imogen Heap's original versio of "Hide and Seek" out of my head now.
I mean, really!
You try it.



(then you can listen to this)



Anyways.


...


My day went pretty well, actually.
Did I mention that I love my classes?

Money HATES ME

Or at least Financial Aid does, which amounts to the same thing because I have NO IDEA how I'm going to pay for college now. I assumed that after my mother told me that she was taking care of it I could just leave her to her business & do my own. BUT NO. I'm not angry at her, directly, but I'm angry that I should have to remind my mother to do things when I myself am barely capable of remembering to take my adderal. I know, "life's not fair," & all that jazz, but still. We are a WEEK late paying the 1st bill, and she has NO IDEA what's going on with financial aid & the bill itself would've been $500 less if she had given me the insurance information when I asked her for it (or done it herself after she told me that she would) & we just got a $100 penalty for not paying on time & we'll continue to have to pay more as this continues and SHE STILL HAS NO CLUE.

I like to think of myself as laid back, but money stresses me out really quick.

IN OTHER _{more cheerful} NEWS-

I still love my History & Sociology classes ♥
And I'm about to go to the first meeting of another of my classes, which is going to be interesting because I have no idea what it's about. Yay, surprises!

Also- I have a scanner again! YAAAAAAAAAAAY!


"Venus Man-Trap"

I'll try to post a doodle every now & then, just for funsies.

PS-
YAY COLD!

Watch this!

Ok, personally, I'm a very visual person. I've heard that it's part of being dyslexic & ADD, that it's easier for me to understand and idea if it's anchored to a something concrete.

And this just floats my boat.

It's basically this person taking classical music & putting the notes & stuff into a visual format, so that you can see the play of the scale in little colored rectangles. I don't know, just watch it.



This person has more songs on their channel, but this is the first one that I stumbled across & also one of my favorite songs.


Anyways.



FINALLY got this CD from the library. I'd been in the hundreds on the reserve list forever, I didn't think I was going to get it at all.
Anyways.

♥ LOVE IT. ♥
My favorites on the album (besides "Daylight") are: "Good Ol' Fashion Nightmare," "Lessons Learned," "Don't Slow Down," and "I'll Take Us Home."

First Day Summary

So, I hitched a ride with my friend because her 1st class is at 8 & mine started at 9, & I figured that waiting an hour wouldn't be too bad.
What I didn't figure into the equation was that we needed to be up prior to SIX IN THE MORNING, and this after having stayed up watching half of Boondock Saints (which is an awesome movie, by the way) until around ONE IN THE MORNING.
Anyways.
Up before six, leave at seven, takes an hour to get there, wait an exruciatingly slow hour until class starts, drag myself into class, and sit down with the rest of my sleep-lacking classmates. Then the prof walks in, and she says, "So, I guess none of you got my email? You guys don't have class until next week."
...
I was so angry that all I could do was stare at her for a few moments.
Now I'm normally a very peaceful person, but I tend to get more irratable with less sleep. The only thing that kept me from doing anything questionable at that moment was the fact that I was way too tired. So I plodded away to wait ANOTHER HOUR until my next class.

This is where my day picks up, thankfully.

I basically love my History class, and Sociology seems like it should be interesting (and by that I mean the prof is hilarious) so I ended the day on a happy note.


In other news.

Ok, so I've been hearing "A dingo ate my baby!" quite a bit recently, and while I find the quote hilarious, no one I asked knew where it came from.
So, being the curious creature that I am, I looked it up on google.
And it's a quote by Meryl Streep in the movie A Cry in the Dark, apparently after a dingo ran off with her baby (duh).

I hope I wasn't the only one that was bothering?

Good news!

ONE-
I have discovered Styx. I know, it took me forever, especially since my father still has one of their best-hits vinyl records & we have a perfectly good record player...
I have no excuse.
Love them, can't stop listening to them (currently on "Sweet Madame Blue"), et cetera.



TWO-
The cat formerly known as Sebastienne is actually known as Nikki/ Nicky/ [whatever]. There's this adorable old man that lives in the neighborhood, and whenever he takes his adorable old dog out for a walk, this cat follows him. It's basically one of the most adorable things I've ever seen. Anyways, what happened was this- the old man was walking on the other side of the street, and Nicky/ Sebastienne started freaking out meowing & scratching at the door.
And now they're reunited & it's happily ever after <3


And I've been craving Indian food like nobody's business. I was supposed to go to a new Indian place with my sisters yesterday, but... Well, let's just say that I'm probably one of few people who can still be hungry for curry after cleaning up vomit.

Cruellers, thou art cruel!

Well, maybe not cruel. Just delicious and made of calories ♥

One of the things on my "bucket list" is to get a hot & fresh donut from Krispy Kremes.

Anyways.

So, my mother has set out traps for cats around the neighborhood. Her plan is to catch some of the ferals/ abandoned cats that've been wondering around, get them used to people, and then find them homes. This seemed like a good idea, until we caught our first cat the other day.
We've decided that his name is Sebastienne.




Not to mention that before we caught Sebastienne we had already decided to adopt a cat from the shelter. This is Lychee.




PLUS we have just today received another dog, Lizzie. We're just keeping her until we can find a suitable home, but until then we have six animals in the house- 4 cats, 2 dogs.

We're all a little bit crazy-cat-lady, except not.
So if you want a puppy or cat, then feel free to ask us, because we will ALWAYS have an animal that needs a home.

MY HERO HERO HERO

I just love finding awesome people on deviantart and sharing them.




CLICK-eth HERE!

Her art is fantabulous and gloriastic and everything in between.


In other news.

Why is it that I kinda like Kanye's music, and then he says the most RIDICULOUS things? I mean, really. I felt so sorry for Taylor Swift last night (VMAs). How rude can you be in front of a nationalized audience? Let's find out... And Lady Gaga? CRAZY. OUTFITS. I was blown away, and I'm not even sure if that's good or bad.

Divorzio all'italiana

Divorce: Italian Style.
Funny movie :D




Makes me want to go to Italy to learn Italian- it's such a beautiful language. My nonna speaks a kind of dialect, which is hilarious because apparently Italian dialects are almost different languages in and of themselves.

Anywho.

I love fall. Love love love LOVE it. Everything about Autumn is just amazing for me.

Other cool random things

that you might want to check out-

This
and
this
and
this.


Like I said- RANDOM...

but a little awesome ♥

In other news...
I've got to get a job.
Like really, really badly, I want to have something to do that I can get paid for so that I'm not bored and I'll have cash to put in the bank to burn at a later date.
Panera or Bob Evans, but my mother is sticking to her conviction that I'd get way more tips at Hooters...

awasteof-paint = my hero

"i heard repetitive barking outside my window.
my house cleaner tapped me on the shoulder
and told me, “mademoiselle, you have a visitor.
his name is distance.
he has sharp teeth.
and he’s come to ruin your life.”

GAH.

I love this person- she has AMAZING writing. Check her out!

The quote above is from her poem, "13 miles reminds me of dogs."
♥

Validation ♥

CUTEST THING EVER.

For serious.

It's 15 minutes of ♥LOVE♥

IT'S POURING PICTURES!

LOOK AT THOSE TIRES! What on earth are they for?!

You know you're in Georgia when...

There were SO MANY PIGGLY WIGGLYS. it was insanity.

Possibly one of the cutest couples ever.

I took so many pictures...

Evan, whose sister's bed was love.

Sami! The army-wife-to-be.

Lancito

Nutmeg

The Goliath Wall at Southern, which was our first stop.

If the foo shits...

... I don't even know how that would end.

Anyways.

So, had a cool time in Georgia with Sami & Lance. We stopped off at Southern first, so we got to see Meg & Katie & Jessica & Amanda & I can't remember if I'm forgetting anyone. Anywho, we went out for Mexican & Meg, Lance, Sami & I took a walk to the Goliath Wall, which I have pictures of that will come later. Anywho. When a female friend of Lance's showed up, us three ladies vacated the scene. On the way back, I was nearly ambushed by a starving stray kitten, meowing at me and looking adorable and pitiful and in need of loving. So of course I picked it up & took it back to campus to find a home for it or a shelter, except the shelters were closed and everybody we asked (we asked a BUNCH of people) knew what to do. So a few long HOURS later, we're just chilling on the porch of the girls dorm (after a failed atempt to take the kitten back to the park & leave it- it follwed me) some girl walks by & we're still halfheartedly trying to get rid of the3 kitten so she's like, "OMG PRINCESS!! Iknowwho'scatthisisthankssomuchkthanksbye!" AND THERE WAS MUCH REJOICING ("yaaaaay'"). We stayed the night at Lance's cousin's house, so I got to see Evan (slash David) again as well, but Andrea (slash Annie?) was away at school. On the bright side of her being gone, we got to sleep in her bed and IT IS HEAVEN IN THE FORM OF A MEMORY FOAM PAD. I left a piece of my soul sleeping in that bed. Anywho. So then we drove the rest of the way to Georgia. Sami, in her infinite wisdom, wanted to get everything that we needed to get done out of the way, so we drove to Fort Benning to get things done. Getting the visitor pass thing was easy, so then we were like, "Let's check this place out so that we know where we're going tomorrow." It turned out to be a good/ bad idea. We were lost in that place for AGES, a serisouly long time. Eventually (after almost knowing the place like the back of my our hands) we figured it out, so that we REALLY knew where we were supposed to go. In fact, we knew EXACTLY where EVERYTHING was supposed to go. We just didn't know exactly when. Anyways. Yadda Yadda, met Connor (Sami's fiance) there was lots of crying, the military is weird, et cetera.
Now I'm home, and I have a massive headache, and I'm going to bed.

I've stumbled upon a new world-

-of people doing fantastic intrumental/ folk covers to Daft Punk songs.





It boggles the mind.

I don't speak French

but this is wonderful.




It's a cover of "Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger" except it's in FRENCH and it's FOLKish!
It made me smile :D

DJ YOU NEVER COMMENT

STOP BEING A LURKER PLZ?THNKS!KBYE.

For serious, though, I can't find a charger for my phone so it is dead to the world until further notice.

♥ - - - ♥ - - - ♥

I hate lists...

Lists make things look so simple...

For instance- I have a list of over 60 new bands and singers that I have to check out.
It sounded so easy in my mind... Just go listen to a few songs, right? Gah. I'm like, only a little over 11 people in to the list, and I'm already kind of tired. I've discovered that I kinda don't like screamo at all. This is going to have to happen over a long period of time, I think.
...
Yay, something to do that makes me seem busy?


ANYwho.

I need to start doing things with my life

and be a responsible adult-like thing...

Bummer.

Alumni FunFunFun

So, spent the weekend at Lance's since he's in town from Walla Walla. Alex, Caitlin, Katie, and Jessie (briefly) were there as well. Yay, alumni!

It felt so weird going back to MVA. Caitlin & I were talking about how glad people seems to see you, even when you weren't really buddies with them at all. It's SO TRUE.

Of all the things I missed about MVA, it was the staff. I didn't get to see Mrs Castillo! What a bummer. Some other time.

Anywho. Saw people at church, went on a hike, explored town (after everything CLOSED on a SATURDAY NIGHT), and played Monopoly! It was fun.

OH AND I GOT MY CAMERA BACK.
The one that I thought was stolen?
The one that caused me a great deal of pain whenever I though of it
(and it's unknown whereabouts?)

GRANDMA HAD IT.
(not my grandmother- Grandma aka Mrs Keifer, cafeteria director lady)

SHE HAD IT THE WHOLE TIME.

Yeah, I got there and she was like, "OHAI I HAVE YOUR CAMERA" and I was like, "I kinda want to dance around you and hug you and kiss you, and I kinda want to punch you in the FACE."

But I have it now, and I am VERY VERY HAPPY.

THANK YOU, JESUS.

HURDY GURDY LADY

SHE'S SO COOL.

Melissa the Loud, a super-cool hurdy gurdy player, that I saw at Pennsic and decided was AWESOME.

Gah.

I have Owl City & The Title on repeat. They're so fun & cute. I feel like I'm listening to cotton candy, even when the sad songs come on ♥
At the moment, though, I'm feeling more like "Loveology" (Regina Spektor) or "Reminders of Then" (Kimya Dawson).

I know, I'm a complete music nerd.

ANY ways.

So, sorry DJ, but I totally fail at directions. I must be one of your expensive friends :D


In other news...

"Hearts aren't made of glass, they're made of muscle and blood and something else. And they don't so much as break as bend and tear. We have what it takes to keep it together; and move on."
From "Bikes and Bridges" by Defiance Ohio.

And I'm okay. Really.

Nothing new, (un)surprisingly

Pret-ty much.

I finally got Mickey outside! We walked to the elementary school that's close to our house. The road that it's on is under construction, so for a while I felt like we were in a bad apocalypse movie because of all the ruggedness & no cars.
Anywho.

Meg is back from Ireland, yay!

M&M&Ms

I seem to have a skill at making friends that tend to take care of me, in some way or another. It's an odd talent, but I feel it must be some sort of survival mechanism built into my DNA, seeing as how I'm so forgetful that I might have actually lost my mind by now if it wasn't securely attached to my spinal chord.

This interesting tidbit of information aside...

I was totally rocking out to jaded heartbreak music last night, and was doing fairly well at convincing myself that things even if things work out now there's no way I can prevent myself from getting hurt later, and isn't that the whole point of love (as Noah and the Whale would say, "now I look at love like being stabbed in the heart/ you torture each other from day to day, and then one day you part/ most of the time it's misery but there's some joy at the start/ and for that I'd say it's worth it, just use a blade that's short & sharp on me"), et cetera et cetera... Until Allison made me look up Owl City, and I mostly forgot all about that kind of thing and just rejoiced in the gloriousness of (as REM would say) "shiny happy people holding hands".

"Fireflies" is my favorite, so far. The music video is super adorable, but youtube won't let me embed it sooooooo...

Today I was painfully reminded that I tend to get migraines whilst shopping. I took Mickey to the thrift store so that he owned more than one pair of shorts & nice button up shirts.

Also...

I am still an idiot when it comes to romance. Normally someone has to actually be rejected or dumped to have their heart broken, but I manage to do it all by myself with only quite a bit of cowardice and some handy-dandy reasoning.
(That's why I was listening to the unhappy love songs)


OH!
Another self discovery-
Melancholies have a tendency to over-think things, right? Well I only tend to be melancholy about things that have already happened, so I have a habit of not thinking about what's currently going on AT ALL. It's turning out to be a sort of crippling weakness, actually. Being mostly-phlegmatic and then having a melancholy attack about it later.

Life goes on ♥