posted on February 27, 2003 @ 3:53 am
"all i need," "sexy boy," "remember," air
i have a greek test that i'm going to fail at 12:30. i didn't even use yesterday. what can i say, i'm just a dumb bitch. a&m let john back in; maybe ut'll let me back in?
i love how 75% of air's music is sex music. it is so sex music.
tonight at work a boy bought a bus ticket from me, and he was very lovely. his name is anthony chapman, and he had his fingernails painted and the same starry night visa i do. if i lived on campus i could stalk him. or if i didn't work so much. hmm. i really miss the days of seeing jesus around so much. living on campus did provide that stalking outlet i need. but he paints his fingernails... :falls over: why don't i know boys who paint their fingernails? he had nice hair. working there really doesn't help my freakish stalker-esque tendencies, what with being able to find out everything about someone. frank asked if i had gotten his social, drained his bank account, renamed his dog? i would never do the latter two; a loving stalker does not do that to their stalkee.
i got off work about an hour early. jennifer and i went to ihop at like 12:30, and there was a boy with neat blue hair, and a guy with him who looked like (and i'm sure still does look like, unless he was in some sort of disfiguring accident) the guy in the promise ring who sang in falsetto. he was my favorite, but the ihop guy was not nearly as adorable as falsetto boy. i'm too lazy to re-look up his name.
our waitrees, faith, whom i've had the pleasure of experiencing before, inquired about my faerie necklace. she showed me a very rad tattoo on her ankle of a mushroom and a green faerie with antennae, said she had a dragon holding an orb at the top of her thigh, and plans on getting faeries and mushrooms all the way up the side of her leg. i told her i was obsessed with that stuff, and she said she was because she was into faerie magick (spelling things differently is a sign that you're cool). i told her i used to be and just started trying to be again, and she informed me she was a high priestess.
=^o
there was a slight pause as i marvelled at her, then mustered up a mumbling, "i'm just a lowly chick dabbling." she told me books to read, and when i asked her to write them down she returned with a list of four. they're ones she "gets all her students to read."
":gapes, weakly: thank you."
it was like i was in the presence of god(dess) or something. i felt like a big nerd. i think i may have masked it fairly well, however.
now i'm sitting at home. tima's curled up asleep on my bed. janeane's curled up asleep in my sink. i wish i could be curled up asleep. i wish i weren't such a fuck-up. i almost put "misfit" but felt an explative were more appropriate.
"dans leurs yeux, des dollars. dans leurs sourires, des diamants. moi aussi, un jour je serai beau comme un dieu.*"
<3, miette
p.s. - miette was one of my french names in high school. it's symbolic. look it up. i also stole it from le cit?des enfants perds.
*"in their eyes, dollars. in their smiles, diamonds. me too, one day i will be beautiful like a god."
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