Aubkabob

yaaaay! our song, We're Not Quite Lining Up, is doing awesome tawesome on garageband.com! give it a listen. check it out, yo.

spent the first half of the day literally wrapped around the toilet. holy schneikies, it was that aweful. i had felt awful for not leaving the house to go on important errands (read: school and band practice) for the last two days, but once what i have hit full force? whoo-wee-doggie.

i woke up in great great pain, and called in sick to work. i started my coffee and got as far as a slight sprinkle of splenda, when i had to race into the bathroom and plant myself on the floor in The Position. after awhile in there, i realized i truly needed to go lie down, which is when i realized that i had completely drenched myself in sweat and had turned a lovely shade of white/yellow/clear. i made it as far as upstairs... aaaaand had to turn into the bathroom instead of my bedroom. whenever i would actually make it into my bed, i would lie there for not even a full 60 seconds before having to get up and shuffle VERY swiftly to the bathroom again. spent the next two hours in 100 degree weather and no air conditioner completely under the covers and shivering and FUHREEZING.

bad joo joo bees.

still am struck dumb, too, by sinus stuff, and still sound croaky. this will not do.

i don't know why i'm even still up right now, i cannot miss work tomorrow.

dreamed that i had a boyfriend who was secretly a doctor in a hospital that kevin griffin was building. secretly, because the hospital wasn't certified yet, and also because one part of the hospital treated homeless people and illegal immigrants, and the other housed a strip bar, which helped to earn the money to open it up.

the boyfriend was cute, though i knew him to be cute in only a way i would whole-heartedly think so, and was completely understanding of my bajillion neuroses and social anxieties. he left for awhile and came back and said something really cheesy like "aww, i had come back hoping to see you in that white shirt again since you looked so wonderful, but since you changed, i now have the opportunity to see you look wonderful in two ways today." i remember shyly holding his hand by the fingers as i introduced him to faetal, as we were on our way to a petting zoo that included a llama and an ape in a tiny corral together.

okay, now i'm disturbed. i look outside in the middle of typing this and see.... outside. there's usually a screen there, you see. but there's not. so there's been this wide-open window outside for the entire world to crawl in for who knows how long while we were sleeping, and for cats to get out. i'm surprised she didn't.

heat wave over the next few days. i'm so hating being a pedestrian. on monday, i'm so going to hate being a pedestrian with a 20 lb back pack.

i'm still beyond brain dead, and my stomach seems very iffy, but i must brave Outside so that i can set our first gigantic back to school ad. bleh. i would rather spend another day in my pajamas playing WoW and bleeding silently.

wow, in responding to a gazillion posts from 1847, it made me realize how much things have changed in only one year:

one year ago, i:

- was living with faetal.
- was helping her get ready for her wedding (though, admittedly, not as much as i should have)
- was working full-time at officemax
- was considering working at michaels again, as well
- was a bit too creepily obsessed with someone of the opposite sex


now, i:

- live with my brother and his boyfriend
- work 25-30 hours a week, max
- am halfway through my third quarter in college (something i hadn't even considered doing back then, though it showed up with eerie frequency in my dreams.)
- andrea is married and six months pregnant
- i'm in a band where i'm not the singer and play KEYBOARDS of all things
- i've done improv in front of an entire class on a regular basis, on a shiny lit-up stage
- have no crushes

i'm sure that there's other things, too, that i can't think of. but in the meantime, i needs to gets some coffees into my bellies.

i also see that OKGo hath sold their musical souls to commercials, but come ON - jc freaking penny? at least sell your soul to someone FUN and worth shopping at, like Target!

though i shouldn't complain too much, Ezra sold their souls to McFreakingDonalds awhile back.

and my background foto on my journal seems to have disappeared.