wishy-washy thru me

That was the title of the poem that I made today. The word "was" is key in that sentence b/c my beautiful poem was mercilessly destroyed by the ploys of my evil computer. grr... I wanted to burn it up. or down. or just burn it. (the comp not the poem).
So.... my sunday plans were ruined today and it very nearly ruined the rest of today too. At carolina ballet I look at the rehersal schedule for today and see that it's til 6:30ish. then Marissa or Ashley or someone points out that that happens to be sunday not today. eeeek! I have to be at CB from 12:30-6ish. I was very unpleased. as Alyssa would say there was a big void where any pleasure I might have had from that might be. (maybe she wouldn't say that, but she said something rather similar tonight.) That totally ruined my plans of going to lunch with all the cool ppl who go to lunch on sundays. alas. Also I was supposed to drive Chris to his friends house after church b/c mom is at the beach so now he has to find a ride or something. Also, the cast list got up and I'm not on it at all, which would be ok to just be an understudy except all of the ppl in my class who are in Copelia are on the cast list so I will probably end up talking to someone in charge about it to see if I really am not performing. that would totally stink b/c all my friends are performing and I would just have wasted a ton of my time. even now I just want to hurt something. so my day was nearly ruined and I arrived home in a foul mood and expressed greif, anguish and frustration in a beautiful poem that made me feel all better but when I tried to post it it got deleted and the foul mood decended once more. but then I called Jo and leslie and Fuller and fuller actually answered his phone and I figured out that all of the peeps were at Sips. I was like, "I'm going." but I didn't know how. so I knew it was near my aunts house so I figured out her exit off of the durham freeway in mapquest and then relied on my subconsious, ancient memories of going to Sign of the Fish or whatever christian bookstore used to be there. That was so long ago that I played back in the little kiddie section in the corner where they had the TV and pillows and ripped up books and stuff. That was back in the day that for mothers day mom would drive us over there and we'd all pick something out for her and give it to dad and he'd pay for it and we'd wrap it at home and give it to her for mothers day. The joys of growing up in a one driver household. we did that at the dollar store for christmases. Ha! and Chris ended up with like 3 of the same coloring books one year b/c we all got him practically the same thing. Ah... good times.
So I made it to sips and got there alive and well and all and hung out with cool ppl and enjoyed myself and got a tour of the torture kitchen with the crazy nasty floor. fun, fun. Then I went home and Chris and I went to Coldstone and split an ice cream and now I'm so filled with junk that I feel a little sick. coffee and cold spring rolls and ice cream all churning around down there. gross. maybe that's whats on the floor in the torture kitchen. who knows. Keith is going back to App on sunday. that's kinda sad b/c we barely ever talk while he's there and we're pretty close when he's home. hey, did you know that USA spelled backwords is ASU? pretty cool huh. I wouldn't think that ASU is the most patriotic school, but it is just the backwords spelling after all.
Alas, today has become tomorrow and I really must retire. I'll tell you more about my inner workings and possibly another poem at another time.