this weekend was epic.
no, seriously.

for one thing, i love the three hour drive to austin. it flies by. i was having driving withdraws. i'm used to driving at least an hour and a half every day, and for the past year i've missed out on that. it's so therapeutic.

german food and nice parents with dry humor is nice, nice, nice.

batman was, well, epic.
whoever created the character of the joker is a genius. i love movies where you respect the villain as much as you respect the hero. even the cheesy dialogue was well placed. i feel as though the big, important aspects of the movie, like the plot, were so obviously great that i shouldn't even address them. i mean really, what sort of evil psychotic constructs social experiments? but the little things, like the high pitch ringing that played while a character was contemplating inhumane acts, or the fact that the joker attacked batman along with the dogs... wow.

friday was one of the best days ever.
"give me back a day, i know which one.
where the pink light of your room matched the pink light of the summer.
are you lonely? 'cause i've been lonely.
are you tired? 'cause i've been tired.
another late night on the phone
to remind you just how close we've grown"

just simple, really.

friday night was interesting. just a lil' bit.

i love my apartment, a lot. i cannot wait. i cannot wait. i cannot wait.

saturday was no sailing! bummer. but i got a koosh ball at toy joy, which is possibly one of the most exciting things in the world. except for a cranberry snow cone, of course. and crab cakes. and passionate freak outs.

"you are not my friend."
if you say so?

i watched a 20/20 on people who have no desire to have sex, ever. asexual. i feel ya, for sure.

um. new color scheme for my room. i'm a bit obsessed. i think things are interesting, though. by things i mean items. i don't mind being labeled as materialistic. that's no worse than being knowledgeableistic if you ask me. or alcoholistic or humoristic or anything -istic. i say, be every -istic you can!

as if i'm not high strung enough lately, a TWO YEAR OLD enrolled in one of my classes was left unattended for about .087 seconds, and jumped in. even though she was practically within arms reach, a crazy mom, perhaps the only other person in the world that is currently more high strung than i am, dove in with her clothes on to "save" her. great.
my boss' opinion on the matter?: don't worry. it happens all the time.

phewww.
august couldn't come any sooner.

OH, and when i listen to "those to come" by the shins, i think about how great it would be to be in a very simple relationship again. toes in the mud, comfortable silence. "something bad inside me went away."