bush - synapse

wonderful. absolutely beautiful.
liz and i got up around 9 and ran, a lot further than i thought i could while sick, and a lot further than she realized i meant to go. when we got back to my house we drove the route - 4.5 miles. very impressive! we're doing it again tomorrow morning.
however, i do need new shoes if i'm going to keep this up. my shoes aren't mean to be running shoes - they're cross trainers, and they give no arch support. they're crap, seriously.
we took showers at our respective homes, then she came back and cut my hair. it's looks verry nice, honestly. she spent a lot of time making it look pretty, much more time than elaina and i dedicated to each others' hair two summers ago. it's hard to describe it to justice, especially since i probably spent a lot more time analyzing it than anyone else will. it's still layered, i made her leave that, but she cut the bottom ends short enough so the darker dyed underside is just a little longer than the lighter highlighted top layer... it's a very nice contrast.
anyway. shortly after tommy came, and we all went grocery shopping! major picnic-y things, like pudding and sandwich rolls and deli meat and crackers and yogurt and... very good things. after we had the little picnic around my kitchen island, we drove to auburn and watched butterfly effect. holy crap! that was an amazing movie, not at all how i expected it to go... at the very end liz and i looked at each other and laughed - we'd both been crying.
tommy dropped us off at my house after we drove home to a rousing group sing-along of blink's enema of the state. liz sat me down in the middle of my room and finally did the whole stringing thing to my eyebrows. major flashbacks to the days of jessika, back in fifth and sixth grade when we'd sit on each others' stomachs and tweeze each others' eyebrows. and actually, liz did straddle my stomach and do that... ha, it was hilarious! i lay there listening to bush and almost fell asleep, which is weird, considering she was ripping hairs out of my face. but it was such a powerful flashback... it was comforting to be reminded of the simpler days.
honestly, you know, today was one of those better days. liz and i just sat around and did random things, had random conversations and had random reactions to the goings-on around us. my dad tried instructing us on how to work the carpet steam cleaner, but he momentarily lost it, so we ran around my house calling for it and wondering out loud if it had wandered down the street... before that we sat all the way through intolerable cruelty, hoping it might get interesting eventually, but the only part we appreciated was when wheezing joe shot himself in the head. otherwise, it was a big disappointment.
so we've come to the conclusion that we both need to meet interesting, older, mature men who have a life of their own. someone who can live without us, but choose to be with us, so that it feels more like an opportunity to be with them and a part of their life, rather than an expectation that we'll make their world better.
well, that's just my opinion. can't really expect much, though, considering i'm sixteen and still in high school. which is why i'm so looking forward to getting out into the world.
i know i made a commitment to expand my tastes in literature. however, new books somehow can never compare to an old favorite. and (unfortunately?) for me, i actually have an old favorite series, which i also conveniently happen to have every book from. so. i know i won't be able to, but i feel like re-reading the pern series over break... i'm almost done with the very first book (timeline wise, not in order of when they were written). but as i've been reading, i keep getting images in my head of parts from other books, which is essentially why i want to re-read the whole darn series. which i don't have time for. so... well there's not much point to saying all this. except that i really want to sit down and read them all again. i doubt you understand this feeling, though... from all the people i've met, not a single one of them has this obsession with books that drives me absolutely nuts. you have no idea. i get such weird looks at work when i read... that one day when i picked up one of the lost and found books was bad enough, but when i brought anna karenina? yeah, anyway. enough of this. i like reading, thanks, it's just become some sort of sick, hidden pleasure after all the other book-bashing opinions i've had thrown at me from everyone else.
skal!

May you...
Work like you don't need the money,
love like you've never been hurt,
dance like no-one is watching,
screw like it's being filmed,
and drink like a true Irishman.

When we drink, we get drunk.
When we get drunk, we fall asleep.
When we fall asleep, we commit no sin.
When we commit no sin, we go to heaven.
So, let's all get drunk, and go to heaven!
--Old Irish toast

Here's to a long life and a merry one.
A quick death and an easy one.
A pretty girl and an honest one.
A cold beer-and another one!
--Old Irish toast