sorry i've been gone so long

today i feel: sleepy
today i'm hearing: the air conditioner snort its evil song
today i'm thinking: i miss bed

My parents were in town this weekend! It was lovely. They got to meet Randy and I think it went pretty well. They seem to like him a lot and he seems to like them and, well, they're not going to get a summer house on the coast together yet, but it's a start. At least he won't feel so awkward when we crash at my house after the Polyphonic Spree concert in August. Not that he would likely feel awkward. As it will probably be a godawful hour of the night and he won't be able to feel...anything. Sleep deprivation is a wonderful thing.

Anyway, they left this morning and getting up was not terribly pleasant. Because the bed was warm and he was warm and I was warm and it was eight in the morning and that hour does not exist anymore in my mind. I refuse to accept its existence. But I did. And we got breakfast and I loaded up their car with some things I don't need anymore or don't have room for myself and went promptly back to Randy's apartment and was sadly not sleepy any longer. Since then, I have reverted to my state of tiredness and am not looking forward to being conscious another two hours before I finally give up and take a nap. Oh, what a tangled web we weave.

And for those of you who are wondering, the answer is yes.

Carbondale is hot. The temperature isn't so bad, really, but it constantly wants to rain so the air is impossibly muggy. This creates an uncomfortable stickiness that sags out your jeans and makes you sweat in very unattractive places. I'm seriously considering moving to England, just for the benefit of some cool sea air off the coast. That and free health care. And some of the boys are quite cute. It's the accents.

I'm somewhat in need of a shower, but I have no active interest in taking one. Does this make me unhygenic, or just lazy?

Two more shows of Millie and then the madness starts. Not really looking forward to that, but what are you going to do?

I might go to grad school just to avoid the 'real world'. Is this wrong of me?

I'll be nineteen in three weeks Thursday last. My last year as a teenager. Weird.

And now, to class.