|
[22 Jun 2002|12:04am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 silly |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
don't quest alone. quest with the crew. |
] |
i think this will be the busiest week of my life. not really. that's kind of a lie. but it will, in fact, be busy. i have two wedding showers to attend (one of which i have to help throw), krazyfest (maaaaaaaaaybe. eighteen dollars? jeeze louise), a mini-vacation in gatlinburg the first half of the week and then next sunday i leave for gainful employment at western kentucky university in beautiful bowling green, kentucky. you'd think that eventually you'd run out of sarcastic and disparaging things to say about bowling green, but no. you never do.
but i will be back at smart camp and that's a cool thing. i'm kind of worried about how i'll deal with being away from dan for that long. i know it's not a major separation but i am silly and a dork and i will miss him a lot. i wrote a long entry last week about how sweet and cute and wonderful he is, but fortunately it wouldn't post so you all didn't vomit when you read it. we are that kind of couple. you will go "awww" and then your head will explode from all the sweetness. not really. that's kind of a lie too. i'm trying to average one lie per paragraph.
|
|
|
[01 Jun 2002|12:42pm] |
|
happy birthday beth!
|
|
|
[23 May 2002|10:28pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 good |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
the rocking horse winner. |
] |
i haven't updated this in about a million years. or maybe just a week. the internet is less and less appealing to me, what with a dial up connection and all. hence the lack of updating.
summer. i am not doing much. it makes me feel lazy and a bit guilty, especially when everyone around me is working a lot. i will be working in a month but not right now. and i'm doing things, just not getting-paid kind of things. which is kind of the point of summer, at least to me. i hate money sometimes. it kinda makes things suck, you know?
it's so strange that i just graduated from high school a year ago. it seems like a lot longer than that. and it's weird to think about what i thought my first year of college would be like at this time last year. i think i tried to channel all my fear about it into buying bedspreads and picture frames.
my boyfriend is wonderful. i wish he didn't have to work and be tired all the time. i wish my parents didn't have to work and be bitchy all the time. again, money sucks. but other than that i am pretty freaking happy. which is nice.
|
|
|
[16 May 2002|12:31am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 disappointed |
] |
was anyone else horribly, horribly disappointed in the new weezer album? sigh. i thought people were supposed to be more creative and genius-like after they have a mental breakdown and/or attend harvard.
|
|
|
[03 May 2002|03:00pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 busy |
] |
i am moving out. goodbye cable modem. our time together was short but sweet. i will miss thee.
hey beth i bet you didn't know that your dad gets props in the liner notes of a rachel's album. actually, you probably do know that but i didn't until yesterday. and i thought that was an interesting piece of information.
i have an apartment for next year. woo. i'm excited about that.
okay. that's all. back to louisville tonight.
|
|
|
[29 Apr 2002|07:48pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
alright. |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
pretty girls make graves. |
] |
finals week. hooray hooray. this semester has been a million times easier than the fall semester. i think the absence of mathematics of any kind is the main reason for that. not that i haven't been doing my fair share of work. paper yesterday, paper today, com final today, giant biology final on friday. and then the summer.
we're going to look at an apartment in a few minutes. i have a good feeling about this one. the landlord's name is mr. chan. it's a stucco house. i hope it works out.
i'm going to louisville for the day tommorow to bring a load of stuff home so i don't have to cram it all into the van when i move on friday. how odd that i'm leaving already. this semester i've developed a weird affection for my room cause it was all my own. and it's a nice room, as tiny rooms with paper thin walls go.
|
|
|
[25 Apr 2002|10:47pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 irritated |
] |
man. i hate forgetting to do something. like go to an amnesty international picnic i volunteered to bring plates to. i completely forgot that it was thursday. i wrote it on my dry erase board and everything.
i am normally an extremely reliable person and on the rare occasions when i'm not i feel like an ass. oh well. i suppose i'm allowed a certain number of mistakes.
|
|
|
[25 Apr 2002|12:05am] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 distressed |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
elliot smith. |
] |
i really want to go to the thrift store but i can't until i get back to louisville because i have a lot of work to do to finish my freshman year here at the university of kentucky. it's raining. i need somewhere to live next year. hmm.
how do people go about being grown ups? my parents were married and living totally on their own at my age. i don't understand how they did it. i've put a lot of work into finding an apartment, but i still have this feeling that no one is going to rent one to us. i feel like a tiny kid playing at being an adult. i don't know what to ask or how to keep myself from getting screwed over, and that makes me wish in a way that i was just living in the dorms again next year cause it's the easy way. but i can't keep living in a place where my friends have to leave their IDs at the front desk, and if they happen to be male they can only visit in a certain 10 hour period of time. my own dad can't help me carry stuff up to my room before 2 pm.
i'm so tired of sharing my bathroom with 15 other people and hearing my neighbors' voices constantly and eating out of packages and cleaning up my leaky window when it rains and wearing fucking sandals in the fucking shower. i'm even starting to resent having to be pleasant all the time when i leave my room. i just want to go to the bathroom without having to hear about how someone's day is going. being around all these people, especially all these girls, all the time wears me out. sometimes i don't feel like being nice and making small talk. sometimes i feel like being a reclusive snob.
well. only a week and a half. and by then hopefully i'll have an apartment for next semester and i won't have anything to worry about. and i can go home and play the sims all day and never have to talk to a human being for three months. hehe. alrighty. enough complaining for one evening. goodnight.
|
|
|
[18 Apr 2002|09:00pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 worried |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
"please drive faster" by braid. |
] |
i don't spend very much time alone anymore, or even very much time in my room. (which is a whole nother story. this place makes me ill. the mold in the air conditioners is making me sick. i cannot wait to leave. two weeks.) now when i do spend time alone, it feels really odd. i don't think i like it. i used to be fine with being alone but since moving away from home, it makes me feel sad. today has been a little bit of a sad day. i talked to my sister this afternoon, and my dog might have cancer. the test comes back tommorow and we'll know for sure. i'm trying not to worry because it might be nothing, or it might be easily curable. so. i guess i'll know tommorow.
i hope i don't turn into one of those people who must be with another person all the time. i never used to equate being by myself with being lonely. i think my favorite thing is being alone in a room but having people in the house so i'm not the only person around to talk to.
|
|
|
[18 Apr 2002|12:11am] |
dear everyone,
thank you very much for the book recommendations. i plan on trying all of them sooner or later. have an awesome day.
love,
dayna
|
|
|
[15 Apr 2002|03:01pm] |
dear everyone on my friends list,
recommend a good book for me to read please. thank you.
love,
dayna
|
|
| a girl and her hornet. |
[14 Apr 2002|11:56pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
distressed |
] |
day two of the hornet battle rages on. it won't leave. i've spent all weekend flapping newspapers at it and then screaming and running to the opposite end of the room when it starts buzzing omniously and floating toward me in giant looping arcs.
i can't kill it. partly because i hate the idea of killing anything and partly because everytime i get close enough to it to conceivably smash it, it flies at my head and i scream and run. i cower in the corner for two minutes while the hornet sits on the pipes and laughs at me. i venture back to his (or her, but for the sake of simplicity i'm calling it a dude) side of the room, and then the whole thing repeats.
i tried a new strategy tonight of spraying various aerosol and non-aerosol products near it thinking i would gradually nudge it toward the open window but i think that only drove him mad. after i sprayed for the third time he started flying into the wall. which gave me the impression that he was a little fucked up. so i gave up on that, because the last thing i want is a hairspray addict on my hands.
i figured i might as well just let it go and enjoy life with my new pet hornet. but i can't relax enough to go to sleep with the fucker in the room, buzzing around in the dark. i'm afraid that, while i'm peacefully sleeping, he'll end up dying in some place i don't want to find him in the morning, like my shoe or my mouth.
damn it all. he's worse than my last roommate.
i really don't know what to do. i can't bring myself to smash it cause i'm scared it will attack me. i know a hornet's sting hurts but it's probably not that bad. maybe i should just take one for the team and launch an all out attack with a shoe. hmm. the thought of calling my boyfriend and asking him to come over and kill it for me crossed my mind but i think i would lose all respect for myself if i did that. i should do my own dirty work.
alright. i'm about to return to the battlefield. wish me luck.
|
|
|
[13 Apr 2002|02:28pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
scared |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
still the promise ring. |
] |
yikes...a hornet just flew in my window.
|
|
|
[13 Apr 2002|02:17pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 happy |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
"very emergency" by the promise ring. |
] |
hmm. haven't updated this shit in a while. things are very good. the only small thing that's not good is that me and the jessmeister are not having a whole lot of success in the search for living quarters next year. we find a place we like and it's either rented or they just want to put our names on a waiting list and call us in july. sigh. i really am not into living in a big boring building cause i want a nice little house with charm and hardwood floors. i know all the disadvantages of older houses but it seems worth it to me to come home to a place that makes you feel like you're at home. not just a glorified dorm. i know it'll take care of itself if we just keep looking around and calling places, but it's frustrating when you put in work and you don't get much of out it. oh well.
i bought some nag champa incense yesterday and now my room smells like cherry bomb.
i'm going on a picnic today with my friends in the park. saturdays are good days.
|
|
|
[28 Mar 2002|07:24pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 bored |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
ben folds five. |
] |
i am very very bored because i'm waiting for a call and i tend to get very very impatient while waiting for calls. and thus, to distract myself from waiting, i have filled out this survey which i stole from diamond's journal.
( read all about me. you know you want to. )
|
|
| fugazi! tickets! in! the! mail! today! |
[27 Mar 2002|04:12pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 grateful |
] |
allison willett is a champion.
|
|
|
[26 Mar 2002|10:36pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 sad |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
slint. |
] |
the only time i miss having a tv is when i hear my neighbors watching "the osbournes." : (
|
|
|
[26 Mar 2002|12:59pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
 productive |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
"sleeping hero" by king for a day. |
] |
goodness. lots of things are going on in the life of dayna. scheduling for next year and getting tickets for fugazi (!!!) and doing about a million school-related things. yesterday i got hooked up to electrodes in my communications class. we had to watch this video and be experimented upon. the guy who hooked the little wires on my fingers and face and neck told me that this was all part of the college experience. i got extra credit for it at least.
my schedule for the fall is looking...strange. i'm used to a scheduled balanced with just the basics and not with classes i'm actually interested in. i'm taking human ecology with good old dr. krupa, cultural diversity, survey of english lit I which is early english stuff, intro to linguistics, and honors. i really hope i picked a good honors teacher. thompson. i hate how a class, especially a seminar kind of class, can be completely different depending on the teacher. but i liked her reading list and she's an english professor and my honors professor said she's a nice person. so i'm thinking she'll be alright.
it's weird to already know my classes for next august. it seems so early. but it's nice to know for sure i guess. now i just have to find an apartment and life will be settled. for the next few months at least. i don't know if i like having my life shift around every semester or not. i think i do, but sometimes i think about how nice it will be to have a house and neighbors and a cat and a garden and kitchen appliances. and to have a plan. i have a long time for that though, so i should probably enjoy now when i can float around and be unsettled. and participate in psych experiments.
|
|
|
[22 Mar 2002|03:49pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
ow. |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
braid. |
] |
let me give you a piece of free advice. if you ever burn the roof of your mouth, don't forget about that fact the next day and then slosh a big gulp of listerine around your mouth.
|
|
|
[19 Mar 2002|07:26pm] |
| [ |
mood |
| |
silly |
] |
| [ |
music |
| |
thursday. |
] |
holy moly! if i owned this shirt i would be one happy girl.
|
|