There’s this guy in my Popular and Literary Traditions class who for some reason whenever he looks at me I find myself making faces at him. The most we’ve ever said to each other is “hi” we’ve had classes together before without every talking and now I make faces at him.
I don’t know why.
I know its crazy but my face starts contorting before I even realize that it’s happening. But here’s the great part, he’s started making faces back. I swear this boy is my soul mate.
It honestly brightens my day whenever he makes faces back at me.
Does that make me weird?

Today I bought the first pomegranate of the season! This is a wonderful day. I even did the traditional celebratory booty shaking dance right there in the store. It was wonderous. I love pomegranates. The first pomegranate of the season is a thing for dancing and I'll be honest the ones afterwards generally get a little jig as well. I am in fruit heaven.

On another note I would like to start out with saying. I am clumsy. REALLY really clumsy. today I cut my top lip with a paper bag. srsly. Generally I will disclose the many embarrassing ways in which I hurt myself (mostly because i don't really care that they're embarrassing and I can totally see the funny in them) like the time my dog clotheslined me. twice.
or that christmas my dad had me helping him with the christmas tree and ran me into a chair and made me fall on the patio into a puddle of rainwater and then stepped on my hand while he was rushing over to make sure i was all right with my dog (once again) right behind him to pin me down in the mud. Or how that very night a wine bottle propelled itself off my printer and right into my forehead where I was crouched on the groud trying to get something because I couldn't bend my bruised knee. These things I share freely.
But I hurt my neck. bad enough that I needed bandages (also rare) and now perfect strangers are coming up to me going "WHAT DID YOU DO!?" More morbid curiosity then anything else i'm sure. my friends are asking too. they won't stop with the 20 questions. but me? this one time. I. am. sooo. not. telling.
This has made it worse cause they know if I ain't tellin' its the best story EVER.

So this morning, tuesday's incase you read this on a day that isn't today, started with a boom. Literally. After having gotten two new front tires on sunday (which I was in dire need of) one of the back tires, that I hadn't gotten changed due to tight finances and they had enough tread to last at least 6 months, went boom. So the money i thought I'd put off spending I had to spend anyway and I also missed an hour of work that would have helped pay for them.
Another thing I find a bit funny is that even though girls are thought to be all frail and apparently incapable of working on cars (I get countless dumbfounded experessiong when I say I know how to change my oil, tires, brakes, roaters, etc) but no one really stops to help the chick out who is obviously in vehicular distress.
I did have one guy offer to help once I was almost done changing the blown tire for the spare. I appreciated the sentiment though, it was very nice of him.

I have another beef. The journals. I can't reply back to people's comments I just have to add another comment which is silly. not to mention it doesn't tell me when someone comments I just have to check it out.
When I started writing on the journal, I don't know, two days ago I found that someone had commented on one of my two previous entries in Aug but I don't know what year it was cause there's been august 2006 and 2007 since I put up that entry. I feel bad cause i didn't mean to ignore the dude, I just had no idea he'd commented.
on another note. Ernest Hemingway creeps me out and he makes me creeped out by random males that have nothing to do with him. I was in class expressing my feelings on how very creepy hemingway is because I know his writing is almost perfectly autobiographical and so the times when he's talking about women he really did think those things. So i'm sitting there eyeing guys out of the corner of my eye thinking "You could be a hemingway in disguise. You could be thinking this stuff." and just after I said that this guy peeks around the girl i'm talking to with this evil smile and goes "we are thinking that. Right now." I was like "I don't want to know that!"

Am I the only one who has issues with the whole question system on here? So many of the questions are given only black and white options for answers. and I'm a firm believer that there are very few situations that are only in black an white. There's a lot of other colors out there in the world and grey seems to take up a lot of space.
So the questions. Like do you feel you have the right to forbid your significant other anything? Well, that depends doesn't it? For the majority of just about anything I would say no but I can think of at least one thing that I would have no problem saying yes about. but its situational as so many of the questions are. and they don't really account for that. and then there's the whole how would your ideal partner answer this? What are you supposed to say? Because my ideal partner is not going to think just like me (that would be boring) but once again with the whole grey area. and does it seem weird if I put they should answer differently then me? because if you're putting your answer as "Yes" are you really going to require that their's be "No?"

I woke up this morning to a very loud gnawing sound. I've had squirrels in my attic for a long time, and that's not just me being coy about my mental state, now I think i might have something a little bit bigger. Which disturbes me. as you can imagine.
The germantown fair was this weekend. it was hot and humid and sticky. but there were all kinds of puppies and pumpkin fudge. which i love. so. very. much. its like eating a pumpkin pie just more unhealthy. bonus!
I had mucho fun last night because I watched lord of the rings with my friend and I got to spout off all the stuff that makes me an utter geek. like all the book info that was left out of the movie and the background info that you can get from the other books. like silmarillion and the lost tales. I very rarely get to geek out like that so i was in geek heaven. ro~ock!

I am so freakin' happy i'm about to combust. OHMYGOD! I met Naomi Shihab Nye today! She workshoped one of my poems and she liked it! and she's nice and funny and freakin amazing. I left the room with the other people who are interviewing her tomorrow and danced like a loony. I couldn't not dance. and then I got to go to dinner with her and she was sooo nice. andmyfacehurtsfromsmilingsomuch. and i can't stop dancing. i'm going to breakfast with her tomorrow, i'm picking her up. i get to be with her with the prescence of just two other people. its so exciting i could explode. my face hurts with the happy. *floats away*

Happy St. Patty's Day! I have socks on that say you should kiss me because i'm Irish! How exciting is that?