Apr. 29th, 2004

sidewalksparkle: (sherbet it's springtime)
I just don't think I'm going to go see Ben Folds at all, because I don't know what's going on and it somehow seems difficult. Instead, I'm going to see Molly's play. I figure that since I'm going to spend the next four years as a college student, I'll probably have a good chance of seeing Ben Folds live. I really don't care at all, and for once it's not a flippant "I don't care" or an I'm-bummed-but-I'll-manage "I don't care." I just don't care!

It's because I just keep thinking of next year next year next year, meaning the year that starts in August and ends in May and happens at Earlham. Everything seems confusing and wonderful and weird when I look at it from this strange vantage point--when I realize that I'm going to actually move away and experience life in a new place. It's so messy to consider everything that will happen to lead up to that point. Everybody in my class is going through this, but it all seems so individualized and personally exhausting that I don't want to expel the nervous energy it would require to write about it here.
sidewalksparkle: (liberté! égalité! fraternité! tina fey!)
One of the current drawings on Exploding Dog (I LOVE that site) is sort of atypical and wonderful:

when i am sad, i eat a cookie

Speaking of food, tonight I was craving ice cream so much that I went to Payless and bought a pint of Ben & Jerry's Half Baked Frozen Yogurt. I got home and ate a little of it while I read Hamlet. It's so good. I was going to get real ice cream but I almost had a meltdown--no pun intended, ha ha!--when I realized that one pint had 60 grams of fat.

The moral of the story is, working in an ice cream shop does not turn one off to the fantasticness of ice cream, but it does make one paranoid about fat grams. Actually, I just crave ice cream more than I would if I didn't work in an ice cream shop. It had been five whole days or so since I had any!

I decided didn't want to go to work to buy my ice cream tonight. I didn't think I was dumb enough to hold a grudge over the silly unexpressed emotions of yesterday, but maybe I am.


sidewalksparkle: (Default)

May 2015


Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 26th, 2017 12:55 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios