Currently Listening American V: A Hundred Highways By Johnny Cash see related

shoot me in the foot I hate writing papers. There was a time where I liked it. That time is now gone.

Maybe I'm bitter because its a summer class?

Well, it has been quite the eventful week. I drove into Louisville...again, this time for my sister in law's shower, that I threw. It was a big hit actually. Not that I thought it would be bad, but for example: I was telling one of my friends about an idea I had for it and she asked if I thought of it on my own, or found it in some helpful-shower-idea book, or Martha Stewart Living or something. No no, I thought this whole sha-bang up all on my own. I guess that's impressive?? But it was way fun. As was time with friends, errr...friend. I didn't so much have as much time as I thought to spread around to folks so I stuck with the ole' faithful one that requires no work of efforts of comraderie to be around. That's pleasant. Saw The Devil Wears Prada...shoot me in the foor again. Let's just say it elicited feelings of wanting to not wear make-up for a week, go play in the mud and not shave my armpits just to be rebellious toward the fashion world.

Did I mention I'm so glad I don't work at the mall anymore?

Anniversary numero dos is coming up in a week. Freak me out. Mostly because that means I've been in some sort of relationship with the man, albeit adolecsent at times for 7 years. Holy freaking cow. By the time I'm 30 Justin will have split my life 50/50. And yet as staggeringly boring as that sounds, I have quite an affinity for giving more of my life to one man that to anyone else by the time its all said and done. He's a keeper, I hated being gone all week.

The month of July, the Shaffers are staying put. No more $500 in gas money this go around. Yet my itch to see folk has not been sratched properly- please, do come visit.

And of matters of eternal importance, Johnny Cash's American V: A Hundred Highways comes out Tuesday. We got to hear it this weekend due to Justin's amazing job. The button is pushed...by body is paralyzed. Sounds reminiscent of slaves clanging railroad steel echo at a steady propulsive beat. And then a voice, likened to God himself bellows: "Run long, for a long time..." Recorded 2 months before he died. Buy it, experience it, support it. 

CASH. 

Currently Listening Portrait of a Legend 1951-1964 By Sam Cooke see related

so its been a month. But I've had better things to do. Like going to 18 million weddings in a three week stretch. And a few things more.

I miss writing though. I've begun reading (things I want to read) and it reminded me of how much of a reading/writing girl I am. I love it. Why does this not translate into songwriting??? Maybe it does, and like usual, my fear of inadequacy holds me back. probably.

I've been babysitting alot. ALOT. And its good, but sometimes it makes me feel out of touch with the adult world. I'm sure any and all mom's reading this are laughing evily and saying oh you just wait. But I am working on a killer tan. (No reprimands this time Derek, please) Speaking of Derek- the man with the most amazing shoe collection I know- killer wedding. It was a beautiful, elegant affair, which I'm sure I can mostly thank your wife for, but nonetheless, I had a splendid time despite the 14 hours of driving in one day.

All these weddings really slap down the conviction. Little reminders of how to be faithful, graceful, patient. It's always good to hear the vows you've said and quietly affirm them again. Sometimes I take for granted what an amazing husband I have. Case in point: I had a stomache ache that only a vanilla milkshake would cure...at midnight. So when I asked Justin if he could run up to the Micky D's 2 blocks away, he was more than willing. Well, it ended up turning into a hour long adventure when three count um three different places were out of ice cream. I would have just given up after the first one, but no- good sweet Justin drove all the way out to Cool Springs (not very close) to get me a stinking vanilla milkshake. Does he get some mad props? I think so. This is why my man is a superhero. I should make him a cape.

This weekend brings us to Louisville again for some family reunion time. I'm so pumpt. I love my family. All 300 of them crazy Catholics. Intense competition and rivalry will ensue. Oh, and don't rent Freedomland, it was pieced together rather poorly.

Currently Listening Flutterby By Butterfly Boucher see related

I'm feeling very nostalgic and melancholy for the moment. Several of my friends are: graduating/getting married/moving on to amazing things in their lives.

There are quite a few people that I haven't seen or kept up with that I really miss. There are a fortunate few I have seen and kept up with that help ease the pain of me feeling like a total douche bag.

I feel this compelling urge to call up people and tell them how much they mean to me...even if I haven't seen them in nearly a decade. My old age and wisdom confirm that this is not the best idea, and people will most likely assume I'm drunk dialing...even though I don't drink. I'm a sap, what can I say? I want to keep everyone near to me. Not even physically near, but emotionally near. I have a hard time letting go. And really, I'm not letting anyone go presently, per se, I'm only being reminded of the people who have been let go and I'm throwing a temper tantrum over it.

There are so many "crossing of thresholds" for many of my dear ones in the next month, and while you will all get big fat sappy individualized letters on the appropriate time, I'd like to put out a group word of praise. I'm so very proud of your accomplishments, because I know they have been rightfully earned, and not handed out. I'm thankful to have been by your side through some of it, and I want you to know, I am one of your biggest fans. If you are a passer by, happening to read this xanga and you don't really know me, (first of all, that freaks me out) I'm sorry to sound like a Hallmark card. But for those of you I'm addressing, you know my heart, and that sometimes its gets a little too full and I have to sincerely get it out of my system. I love you all.

Currently Listening Black Horse & the Cherry Tree By Kt Tunstall see related

this is for Elizabeth, to distract her.

In an hour I will be a free woman...that is, until summer school.

Currently Listening The Breakthrough By Mary J. Blige see related

so I'm back in the swing of this posting thing ya'll...or maybe i'm locked out of my house right now...one can only guess.

This morning has been quite eventful, aaaaand its only 10:20am. So its registration day, and I wake up at 6:45 to register for me and Justin. (yes, I've found that it actually takes less time to register for him than to get him out of bed to do it himself) Show up at the library and it doesn't open until 7:30am. That makes perfect sense because registration opens at 7:00am. So I wait around for a bit, and go in to register only to find that there is a hold on my account...so I truck it over to the office only to find out that within the time it took me to walk there, the hold had been dropped. neat. BUT we both got in all the classes we needed, and that's what matters so, its not all in vain. (like it usually is!)

I walk back home to take a shower before our 9am final and see that instead of re-setting his alarm, Justin has re-set the clock- genious. Fortunately I came home in pleanty of time to rouse the dead. I let Justin know of the mornings events, including the 20mins fast clock, and he half-asleep but fully sincere responds: "you're always saving my life".

The final went...ok. Its over, and I won't fail the course, so on to the next thing. I opted to skip the mandetory assembly of this hour to go home and actually eat, and alas- my keys are always escaping me. They're tricksy little things they are, they can jump right out of purses to the strangest places.

Just one more day for super-megan. too bad my ability to fly and turn invisable has been out of service lately.