::cheers::

When I think about how much I love the Beatles, I just want to hug someone!

Quote Of The Day

Julie: Finally, a day without death!

Remarking how none of the.....guess who......quail had died today.

Quail Update

Two more died.

Wait. Maybe just one more.

::sigh:: It's too hard to tell, with them being so small and so numerous and so impossible to count.

So that makes... six or seven dead total? Five? No... Eep. I've lost track.

Either way, sorry baby(ies).

And Then There Were . . . Twenty-Six

An Informational Post, Of Sorts

So far four of the quail have died. One the morning after we got them, supposedly over-stressed from being too cold. Then when I came home from Tess's this morning I found the other three (supposedly over-stressed from being too hot), laying hard, cold, and motionless on the bedding, their brothers and sisters running over them like roadkill, apparently seeing no need for a funeral.

This temperature thing is turning out to be the most difficult part. Exactly 85° at all times, five degrees over or under and bad things start happening. At least I'm assuming that's what the problem is. Poor dears.

Edit: Another one dead.

On Another Note

Immediacy is gone. She left without a trace of where to be found again. Even though I never spoke to her, this unexpected disappearance makes the writer's soul in me feel slightly robbed.

Good luck with your life, Immediacy, and love, and all that other bullshit that makes us drink too much and eat chocolate ice cream.

Guess What I Have In My Living Room?!

30 baby quail, just hatched yesterday!

And today's 4/20!

Happy "birthday"! =P

I Wrote A Piece

...but it was too pretty for Blogger, so I took it down.

EeeEe.

CrystalLite176: AH AH AH!!!!!!!
CrystalLite176: Ang!!!!
CrystalLite176: did you know that justin is back with tait?!?!?

oh, god

the intentional, emotional damage I so cruelly inflict!

Blatant Optimism

Today I was mostly ignored. No--openly avoided. Maybe--silently begged to break the silence? Oh! It seems we switched places for a day. Ahh, does he know the agony I have felt for hours upon hours of spatial irony? Probably not. Still, he possesses the sweetest eyes and strongest soul of any I have encountered in the States, South America, or western Europe.

::snort::

I love.

You Are 16% Happy

You know that there's more to life than how you've been living it. Life can be rough at times, but most of your unhappiness is self-inflicted.

How Happy Are You?

Wait.

What I meant to say was,

"Do you know how wonderful you are?"
.

Full Stop

Okay, so I'm pretty much never kissing anyone ever again.

Do You Hold The Phone When You're Alone?

Arguing with Shane about his latest muchacha, I suddenly realize something.

Maybe I just don't want you to be happy.

Maybe that's part of the reason I vehemently reject everyone else's romantic aspirations. Because, they could be very happy in them.

Maybe I just don't want you to be happy because I'll never be.





It was a very disappointing realization.

It's The Little Things

The small stuff is what makes me happy.

I'm reading.
An intense, emotionally mega-charged romantic scene.
Finding my boy again.
A suspenseful, thrilling [unexpected] TV show involving teenagers, sex, and medicine.

What more could I want?

Oh. No school tomorrow. Right.

Anyway, I'm not complaining. It's not every day I get to laugh and jump around the kitchen grinning from glee.

=D

Beef jerky! Yay!

At Long Last!

Okay, I couldn't let it go tonight without relaying this happiness to you all.

So today managed to be wonderful in many small ways. For one, I got hugged by nearly a handful of adorable boys. Okay, so maybe they're not that adorable-looking =P, but they're adorable to me. Well, Caleb is rather a dear. But, anyway, the point is [drumroll, please] . . . .

I HUGGED THE BOY I WANT[ed! xD] TO HUG TODAY!!!!!!!

Gah!! Is that not ecstatic? And guess what? I got a picture of it! Haha!! So I shall be able to remember it always. He is so shy, it was quite darling.

He probably thinks I'm a total nut now. =P

Anyway, long background-story short [which isn't actually very short] is: The Boy I Hugged, sophomore, less sad now then he used to be last year, his freshman year, my junior, when I first noticed him shuffling through the hallways hanging his head, nearly always alone, and always so sad! My automatic thought every time I saw him was, "Ohh, that poor boy, he looks so sad! I just want to hug him, poor, sad, emo boy!" So he became The Boy I Want To Hug. [Or to everyone else, The Boy You Want To Hug.] It became a growing legend, everyone knowing about him and sharing stories about him doing adorable and sad, lonely things. Well this year, even though he is much less sad-looking, it was too late, the legend was already attached. So he continued to be The Boy I Want To Hug [shush, we totally don't stalk underclassmen], and he was even in my sculpture class earlier this year, but to no avail. It became such a huge thing that I could never actually work up enough nerve to actually go and hug him, for fear of rejection, or something. Opportunities came and went....

Well, today at lunch, we were both looking cute, Sara had her camera with her, I was feeling confident and encouraged, so I fixed my hair, we both took deep breaths and marched over there [he is in our lunch]. It went something like this.

Me: ::taps Boy on shoulder::

Curly-Haired Friend: ::is talking::

Me: "Oh, sorry, finish your conversation."

Curly-Haired Friend: "No, that's okay. I was done."

The Boy I Want To Hug: ::still hasn't turned around::

Boy I Want To Hug: ::finally turns around::

Me: "Okay, I know this is going to sound really, really, really strange, but, if you're up for something random, would it be at all possible if we could get a picture of me hugging you?"

Boy: ::looks slightly bewildered:: ::gives small smile:: "Uhh. . . sure."

Me: "Okay, sweet, thanks."

Boy: ::small laugh:: "When? Right now?"

Me: ::shrugs casually:: "Yeah, sure, right here is fine." ::motioning to surrounding cafeteria area::

Boy: "Okay." ::stands up::

Me: ::motioning to Boy's sweet, black-with-red-pin-stripes-suit-jacket:: "This is a great jacket, by the way."

Boy: ::laughs::

Me and Boy and Sara: ::get into picture-taking position::

::click::

Sara: ::laughing:: "Oops! I accidentally took a picture!"

Me: ::also laughing:: Of mah stomach? ::=P::

Boy: ::laughing nervously, completely lost::

Sara: "Should I put the flash on?"

Me: ::surveys cafeteria lighting:: "Yeah, you better. Just in case."

Sara: "Yeah, okay."

Me (to Sara): "Okay. Ready?" ::puts both arms around Boy's waist [Boy is wonderfully taller than Me] and squeezes::

Boy: ::puts one arm around my shoulders::

Me: ::totally aware of how awkward this is::

Sara: "Oh! Wait! I'm not ready!" ::messes with camera::

Me: ::very aware of how skinny and great the Boy feels in my arms, but wisely decides to mention neither of these thoughts:: ::and unable to wipe a silly-huge smile off face::

Boy:: ::still letting out those nervous little laughs:: ::still just one arm around my shoulders::

Sara: "Okay."

Me: "Okay."

Sara: ::takes picture::

Flash: ::goes off::

Me: ::still hugging Boy, still grinning stupidly from the fun ridiculosity of it all::

Boy: ::still laughing::

Sara: ::puts camera down::

Me and The Boy I Hugged: ::stop touching::

Me: "Okay, sweet, thanks."

All: ::turn to leave::

Me: ::turns back, sticks out hand:: "Oh, by the way, I'm Angela." ::looks up at Boy, smiles::

Boy: ::shakes my hand, smiles back:: "Anthony."

::much eye contact::

Me: [thinks] "He has a name!!!" ::notices eye contact and how endearingly clammy and warm Boy's hand is::

All: ::turn to go again::

Me: "Okay, thanks, see ya."

We return to the table and there is much rejoicing among us all. I only wish Jill had been there to see it! [She has been there since the beginning.] It was great. =P I can't wait to get the picture back. XD That thing better come out!

Okay, that was really long. But now you can all appreciate what it must have been like to actually be there. XP

This is when the poor kid accidentally stumbles across my blog and reads this. Ahh! Scary.

Anthony: Sorry. . . . . . . . . . inside joke?. . . . . . . . . . . . yeah. . . . . . . I got nothin' to say. . . . . . . . . . sorry. . . . .

If I Breathe For The Next Two Months...

Today I opened an email from Crystal entitled "June!!!!" With four exclamation points. It was about the Warped Tour coming to Nashville on June 21st, and how we would go. She seems to have so much energy, it's wonderful.

The whole email, though it was short, was very relaxing to me, and encouraging, but this was the best part: ". . . we will be together, having the summer of our lives. . . !"

::sigh:: It was good to get this. From her. It makes me smile a little, think there is hope that things will improve over the summer. I'm really looking forward to that. The Summer Of Purging. Really.

Together.

having the summer of our lives...

I don't know if I'm in love with anything at all.