no straight boy would ask you out to coffee just for a platonic buddy buddy relationship

forty-eight hours. maybe one hour of sleep (to the lullabies of a jackhammer and james' church bell alarm). two three-hour final project critiques. six or seven diet cokes. two vitaminwaters. not nearly enough food for sustenance.

and now i've moved my life from the addams building to van pelt. my entire house no longer exists at home, except at odd hours to sleep. we all live at the library now (or the studio, in my or beth's case). the social scene here rocks. oh the joys of finals week.

i need some LA in my life. some sun, some shopping, some sleeping, some stopping to breathe for the first time in quite some time now. i wanna rock a good amount of upper melrose, a little bit of third street, maybe a tad of san diego... you know what? i don't care where. i just need some serious retail therapy, and some raiding my mom's closet. that is like its own outlet mall, but all freee.

i was talking to someone recently about not having snow for christmas. how it was the norm for me to go out in a tshirt and jeans on december twenty-fifth and i wouldn't think twice about it. that just seems unnatural, doesn't it? he asked if that was really difficult for me. i said it proved to be quite hard at times. i doubt i would have thought twice about that before co-habiting with the bipolarity of philly weather.

i know it's time when i really start missing the kids back home. we need something sweet ass to do for new years. two thousand seven is going to be huge.