*le sigh*

i hurt. like... all over. modern dance kicked my butt all over the floor.
i mean... absolutely faboo. and i learned the whole 3 minute routine in
less than 3 hours. which was beyond my imagining. but! we got 100% on it
because we were like... everything that she wanted us to be. we were
like... levels and musicality and fun and just... fan-fucking-tastic. even
if i almost broke my toe like... 3 times. and my shoulders are hurting like
woah from where i landed the last time, really really hard on my hands.
like... burning bones hard on my hands. and yes, leaning them on my
computer desk does still hurt my palms.

otherwise... Red* was all like... a flirty Flirterson. haha. but
seriously. like... all talking and telling me how he hates girls who wear
so much makeup. actually, girls who wear no makeup (i.e. me) are really a
lot better looking. and have i been out of the country? you really spell
your name morghan? draw me out, get me to smile, make me blush. Red's not
even 20 years old#, and he's inviting me on bike rides and to go to
london with him and his friend (who's only going there to meet a girl.
maybe Red's trying not to be lonely.) when they go next spring/summer. and
then trying to get my attention with his wastepaper basketball skills. and
lack thereof. (cue me not looking up at the next shot, but asking if he
made it anyway.) and then his ass all up in my face as he leans over to
pick up the mess he made. and my heart stopping cause that was Red's
booty. all up in my face. booty.

my mom and dad's anniversary was yesterday. i bought them mugs at family
dollar. they love them. i still owe a scarf to my daddy. which i'm still
making. crocheting. it's tweedy and purpley. and nice.

haunted is the freakiest novel i've ever read. yeesh. seriously. i didn't
expect it to be that... *shudders* seriously. i'm in awe of it. and
really freaked out. i finished it before dinner, and almost got sick.
pizza =/= fingers, blood, cannibalism, fried buttcheek, guts in a pool
filter, hacked off cock, etc. sleep is a scary prospect at this point.
dammit.

*yawn*

i went to the study abroad fair today on campus. it wasn't what i
expected. and, yes, i went to see if pomme and rizado would be there. they
weren't. but, then again, i only stayed a grand total of 10 minutes. bah.
whatever. i'm gonna get online in a bit. see what's on at the websites of
the places at the fair today. it's not really that grand, but it'll work.
and if i get my grades up (ha), and get back to a 3.0 (double ha) sometime
in the next (7) year(s)... i'll get to France and get scholarship money and
lounge. for a year. yes. i said a year. study creative writing in
england for a semester and advanced language studies in paris for a
semester. and work for a summer. tuition and such.... *sigh* i'm all for
it.

and while i'm there, i'll become a bisexual freelance writer with tattoos
and open my flat to whoever comes to visit.


hahah. oh... *sigh* today's weird.



* codename. to hide his identity.
# i know this cause i started working with him in april, and he was just 19
then. yes. i've been working with him and stuff since april.