She says, he says....

I say: "What do you think of me?"

He says: "You're too smart for your own good. You underestimate your intelligence. You may know how smart you are, but you don't let it show to everyone."

And to prove that he's probably right, I just edited this comment so as not to sound stuck up. Ugg, this blog is going to shit because I don't philosophize here anymore. Nor do I share any worthwhile/strong opinions for the most part. Perhaps because I drink and study 24/7. And flirt with the boy in the above comment.

Listening: "That Lonesome Road" (live)...Dixie Chicks (concert tonight!!!!)

Get ready....

Complete mental and emotional breakdown imminent. RUN!

Best title ever....

And a darn good song, too.

"Slow Dancing in a Burning Room" (John Mayer)

It's not a silly little moment
It's not the storm before the calm
This is the deep and dying breath of
This love we've been working on
Can't seem to hold you like
I want to so
I can feel you in my arms
Nobody's gonna come and save you
We pulled too many false alarms

We're goin down and you can see it too
We're goin down and you know that we're doomed
My dear
We're slow dancing in a burnin room

Slightly pissy, disillusioned Andi on the prowl tonight. Party update tomorrow.

Edit: We talk at night before bed. Now I'm his wakeup call. *sigh*

DONE! Now let's all get nekkid....

I'm thrilled to say, I'M DONE! Done, done, done. I finished the bane of my existence (paper) last night around 8:30. I'm sorrowful to say that I did not reach 18 pages...a mere 17. Fuck it.

I'm housesitting for a professor this weekend, so I promptly ran through McDonald's for a bit of take-out (nothing like a good artery clogging to celebrate) and retired to the very cool house I'm sitting in for HBO watching and phone talking. I was waiting to hear from Goose on a round of celebratory libations at the pub, but I accidently sacked out instead, my body warmed by two very sweet dogs (one long-haired weenie dog, one really old chihuahua-lookin' thing). Sorry Goose!

Tonight I'm hosting a soiree (we have the prof's blessing) full of booze, food, and whirly dancing. We're gonna flail like it's 1999. Until the 7:00 hour rolls around, you'll find me finishing my very large cinammon roll from Cow Hill Coffee House...a fine establishment...accompanied by my chai latte. Next I'll be heading over to the supermarket for foodstuffs, and then I'll return to the borrowed abode for some quality reading/lounging until I find myself inching toward that fateful moment when my peeps decend upon the house. I'll have to primp and cook. Oh what a joyous event it shall be.

Then I have to read for my thesis proposal defense. Fuckers. It never ends.

Listening: Josh Turner