Yikes.

I'm sorry for being such a suck-ass hater as of late. Seriously, I feel better. I got my schooling straightened out, started smoking pot with Ezra so I can fall asleep without lying awake and worrying about everything, got so sweet shit planned for the rest of August. All in all, things are looking up. I just today found out that there is a funeral museum in Houston that I will be attending soon. I've also decided that I will double major in mortuary science and nursing, which of course, sets me back another year or so to graduate, but I'm already on the 10 year plan so fuck it! I totally want to work with dead people and am pretty positive that double majoring in those two things do not work together at all, but as we say "fuck it"! I'm in a good mood, so don't chocolate rain on my parade please.

The Simpsons move probably brought me out of my vast depression. It was everything I always wanted it to be and more! A throwback to old school and it made me realize how much I do love the Simpsons (despite some yawn-filled story lines as of late), and made me appreciate the longstanding popularity of a fab show. It ruled.

I am also planning a trip to San Francisco with my bestest buddy in the world. That in and of itself is reason to get myself out of this ennui that has been plaguing me. Faggots and nature and vegan restaurants all come together to form the magical city of gay love. I've been there before, but she hasn't, and I know we will have the best time imaginable.

Thank heavens I'm feeling back to my old self again. It couldn't have come at a better time either. School is almost done, Ohio is within my grasp, and Neko Case is 4 days away!!! Whoo hoo!

Ezra and I's two year anniversary is creeping up on me again also. But yet again, I forgot the date. He knows, making the whole situation worse. Not that he or I actually care about that sort of jazz, but it's the fact that I forgot when it is that he holds over my noggin. Well, I'll just get him a good present so that he forgets about my stupidity.