underbaked

Does anyone else get Charley horses? In the middle of the night? I've gotten then every day so far this week and they're the weirdest thing. I've gotten them numerous times before, but still. I'm never awake enough to be able to do anything about them when they happen (which is the flipping middle of the night) but i'm in enough pain to wake up and grope around in frustration to make it stop. The weirdest bit is right after I wake up, I always have this vague, half-dream remembrance of it, so where I don't really know if it happened... and then my leg will hurt and i'll go oh.


I've got no clean socks for tomorrow, and for the life of me, I can't figure out where all my clean socks have run off to. (intentions to write up a blather-y post for later on. But more important, right now, WHERE ARE MY SOCKS?)

Sometimes I just kind of feel like announcing how much I love music. Really. POINT BLANK. It's pretty much unexplainable. (I'm totally procrastinating right now).

That's why the concert last Sunday was so cool. It was music, and it was real. It was right there, William Beckett and Bryce and Gabe were THAT CLOSE, and they were singing. It wasn't Youtube, it wasn't headphone's. They're real human beings who produce this stuff that I breathe and they were there.


Music is my fifth sense.

I swear, if I can't sleep because this song keeps repeating itself in my head I will SACRIFICE A SQUIRREL. (But nomg, this song. I LOVE IT. I have listened to it far too many times already.)

I interrupt your... well, whatever the heck you're doing, to share this:

Giada Likes Tomatoes.

This isn't my respect for her flying out the window or anything, but I swear, this makes it just that much more difficult for me to take her seriously. (I rarely watch the Food Network anymore anyways..)

I cannot believe i'm posting this. GNRGH.
PLEASE DON'T KILL ME. THIS WAS DONE FOR PURE.. UHM. I DON'T KNOW. ohgod.

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Pairings: H/S (DH Spoilers)

( near imitation )

Guess what I'm doing for Senior Skip Day?



I'm staying at home. OHYEAH. So excited. (pffffffft)

UHM. NOT. DEAD. YET.
REALLY.


Expect some sort of -What Zosia has been doing in the past 4 months, but in a nutshell- post SOON. When, uh, I'm not feeling quite so lazy. This details many a thing. GUESS WHO'S SUDDENLY GROWN UP? aka been practically disowned by her mother for making decisions that she didn't agree with concerning college, which caused zosia to do things completely on her own or risk ceratin death. FUN? I think not!

I think i've been PMSing for the past week. Also quite fun! What's even more fun? I'm trying desperately not to get sick and it might sortakinda be working but I'm not sure and it's worrysome.

Anddddd uhhhhh, I've taken to drawing on the walls at dad's house. Only in my room, but Boo'd like it to be otherwise. PICTURES? maybe, maybe not.

ANTHONY BOURDAIN. IN AN HOUR. SWEET.

This week was rather... odd, as is this new posting system. And I'm sitting here, staring at a blank Microsoft Word document that should be full of fabulous fiction that's due tomorrow and it's not and all I can think is shit.

Dad is leaving and coming home in 3 days. He will be here SOON. MWAHAH. My pant leg is wooobling for no reason whatsoever and I've gotten into MSU (YESYESYES!). Also? I've been invited to go New York by a friend of mine and her family.

Now I'm going to continue staring at this blank document. And hope that it magically fills itself.