Okay, so I'm gonna start with this question: do any of you out there in blogger land know how I want to be proposed to? Yesterday, as we were driving to soccer, the boy asked me if I had any friends that would know how I wanted to be proposed to. I answered no, because I don't think that I have a conception of the whole process. All I know is that I think (for goodness knows what archaic reason) that I want him to ask my dad first. I think he was really just testing the waters to see if all of my jokes about him marrying me lately were really a sign that the concept of marriage does not really send me into a minor panic attack any more. (It does, but a lot less and I can hide it better then I used to.)
So, today, while I'm sitting in the library with nothing but a week and a half until finals, I am surfing the internet to look at wedding venues. Now, don't get all a-twitter, I am not actually engaged, nor has a proposal been made, nor do I expect that I'll be near tying that knot soon, but for some reason it seemed like a relatively okay thing to do. I think it has something to do with the time of year and the increasing number of conversations that turn to the weddings that people need to attend/plan over the summer, but really, why would I google it? Oh, wait I know, because the wiki-how link for today was how to find a wedding dress which I clicked on because the whole process is one for which I have no real idea as to its inner-workings. So, the internet is why I will fail two of my four classes. I'm sure that I'll find a reason for the other two, but it will probably have more to do with the 15 shows that are on the DVR at home. (I don't have the fancy name-brand Tivo, but when it works the DVR is just fine.)
I am also listening to my music collection by artist and I realized that there are a lot of songs that make me cry (or at least tear up) no matter when or where I hear them. It's more of a problem when I'm sitting here looking at random things on the internet in the middle of a public library where other people tend to sneak up behind me and I'm near tears. But I have to say that Harry Chapin tells some of the most tragic simple stories that break my heart every time I hear them, so the tears in my eyes are reasonable. He had such a direct tap on the vein of human-ness that it's strikingly sad when he touches on the offhanded crap that life dishes out and we dish to ourselves that cut us to the quick. On the other hand, he also had an ability to explain love in a real and wonderful way that you hope that when you're old, you feel the way his songs express. If you haven't heard anything from him (which you have because he wrote "Cats in the Cradle"), and you like storytellers with simple music, I really suggest you look him up. Or maybe I can send you some tracks from his "Greatest Stories" album, which would help me procrastinate more.
I have also been really cranky with people lately. Since about spring break as a matter of fact. It just gets worse the more I have to deal with people on a regular basis. I just think that some people should be told to shut up more often because they should STOP TALKING for a little while so the rest of us can relax. They aren't helping anyone and aren't the only ones with ideas which are relevant. Also, learning to park your big fat SUV that cost more than my tuition (which is obscene, by the way) should be a requirement to get into USD, but it clearly isn't. That's why when I tapped your car when I pulled in I didn't leave a note (also the fact that I did no damage and the mark wiped off).
On a final note, after nearly two years of driving my fabulous contour around, I have named her. She shall be known as Dusty. This in not just because I never wash her (even when I do wash her she's dusty within hours). It also comes from her slightly alternative approach to looks and defrosting the front windshield. She's also reliable and fun to be in, so Dusty just seemed right...I'd share pictures, but well, that takes planning to have a camera with me, which I never do.
Okay, I really need to do SOMETHING before the end of my time in the library...I'm sure the internet will provide you with further entertainment elsewhere. I'll probably give you an update post finals, but you never know with me.
Nubbins is just plain fun to say.
