Soiled

Some really important things have happened in my life.

i finished season 2 of the west wing. i am pretty sure i must hold some kind of record for fastest viewing. i mean i just like to do what i say i am going to do, i like to set goals and accomplish them-as long as they don't get in the way of what seems to be a lifetime of eluding adulthood. i like to t.c.o.b. or whatever. season 2 was amazing, i am glad that i didnt watch the show when it was on tv because i don't know if i could handle the wait. this way, i get to start season 3 tomorrow. if there were ever an appropriate time to ask for a booyah it would be now, so...can i get a booyah?

i have decided that if i am ever to learn a language just because it will be latin. it is neat.

i have started trying to pull every life event into a west wing story line.

since moving away from home i have learned a few valuable life lessons. i learned something new this week. i am not an effective communicator. i mean really, i think i might be dumb. i can never just say what i need to say, i talk too much, i tell too many stories and then i loose peoples attention. you see, there is is woman at church who is a really amazing listener and a super communicator and i thought heck, i want to be real good at those things so i was thinking about how to hone some skills. as i thought i realized this whole problem with my talking in stream of consciousness is an issue. so i need help, help me. my name is shannon, and i talk to damn much.

going to the gym at 6am makes me feel like a grown up because i am up and ready to face the owrld by 830a, this means i need to stop going to the gym so early. refer back to the eluding adulthood comment above.

i have started chilling the left over morning coffee so that i can have it over ice in the afternoon as i read on the porch. i like reading on the porch. there is an older gentleman whose name i do not know that rides home every everyday on his lil moto wheel chair and he has started waving at me, he makes my days good.

i have re kindled my romance with cream cheese also artichokes.

i like that the world has jumped on to the verb train.

sometimes i forget how much i like donut holes. then i eat one and i remember. when i was a wee one my dad would occasionally go to the donut shop on sundy mornings. waking up to the glory that is the pink box and lil white bag of bite sized bits of glory was amazing. i am a sucker for nostalgia. a sucker i say.

a friend recently turned me toward the google, he says look up the gambia. i do. it changed my life. this delightful little place is called the republic of THE gambia. not the republic of gambia. the THE is supposed to be there. we all know how i like the THE. the trader joes. the naked coffee. the safeway. the target. THE THE THE. i like it. back off.

i am driving home in a week. excited to be home. not excited to drive. i dont have an effing radio. gonna ear bud it up. ugh.

in terrifying news: the swine flu in in the north long beach. 5 cases. will you still be my friend if i get the swine flu? please? i would be willing to wear a fanny pack fully equipped with purell hand sanitizer and face masks. and we all know that the fanny pack is flattering on NO ONE. but because i am a good person i am willing to sacrifice.

ninja stars are now my second favorite weapon. i am now very fond of the cattle prod. i know it is not as easily concealed but i want to zap people and then call them sparky.

i have a new affinity for nick names. i wish i were better at making them up.

i am reading a book that is changing my life...again. i want a tambourine. preferably in the shape of a half circle with an american flag bedazzled near the grip. ok, that is just ridiculous. i lol-ed.

lol-ed is being temporarily replaced with, cracked my shit up. thanks keeks. aka mom.

did you know that 25 is between 24 and 26? i had a lapse in memory today and looked for it between 26 and 27. i suppose i was sleep and coffee deprived. also, i have yet to pass pre algebra so this could be the sign of a much larger problem.

pleated pants infuriate me. they are not flattering. dont wear them. just don't. please. for the love.

i will stop now. we all know i could go on. i wont. i will spare you.

later.

xo.