cinedoche

So, you know who you are. If you see that I am following you...be happy, but do not judge what you read here. I planned on being über critical, but it has really just turned into my xanga for the "new" me. Hopefully, this will slightly change. I <3 you and envy your ability to focus.

"everybody everybody wants to love. everybody everybody wants to be loved"

So I'm just sitting here, after my driving lesson, listening to Ingrid Michaelson's lovely new cd, reading blogs, and procrastinating.

I don't even really have anything too painful to procrastinate. I have to finish Slaughterhouse Five,
read about Religion and Pop Culture,
ponder my existence,
order some of my textbooks,
think about writing but not actually do so,
possibly write a critique of a Scorsese documentary,
and finish laminating my table (it has a paper collage on it and I'm using laminating sheets to make it a warrior against the elements).

Now that I look at it..that is a lot...I'll get right on it....as soon as I watch some television and finish off my egg drop soup. Yum.

(so I started looking for ingrid vids...and got sidetracked watching Matt N. ones...sooo...I'm going to publish this before I forget about it.)