Debating...

I am debating whether or not I should cut out part of or remove entirely my last long entry. I started a journal intending to take the term "journal" literally and get personal, but I don't feel like that particular part of my history has much of anything to do with me now and I'm wondering if I just wrote that to impress whoever randomly reads this thing.
So yeah.
Also, I was thinking about maybe another journal where I can be more intensely personal.
I am supposed to be very busy at the moment, but lala here I am. I am going through the mess of figuring out spring break details and finalizing transfer apps. Today I also finally got some of my posters, pictures, Portland Mercury covers, etc. up on the walls. "Some" is the key word. But it's starting to look rather ;) now.
I realized that I don't care anymore about this guy I used to have a moderate crush on, and wouldn't you know it, nowadays he's been paying more and more attention to me. Why is it that I start snubbing anyone once they begin to show interest in me? Because I am a recluse? Two nights ago I dreamed that I had a boyfriend- he was the perfect first-year-of-college-type boyfriend, and he looked like Tim or Jeff Buckley. Very bohemian, coffeehouse-type boy.
I hope my plants will survive my latest abandonment (spring break). My sad little christmas tree is still lying skeletal and dead in the rear window of roommate's car.
I am excited- I will have to depend almost entirely on myself by myself to get where I want to get and do what I want to do for spring break in San Franny. I love riding the bus in big cities, especially unfamiliar big cities. Yay! I will visit the library and go to cheap video/audio stores and get free newsweeklies and wander around Golden Gate park in a happy daze and see scads of weirdos! I can't wait. Oh, and I might end up sleeping on a couch in a lobby of the UC-Berkeley dorms. Good times! Maybe not so much on that last one.
Should be studying for sightsing/ear training test tomorrow. Should be doing laundry. Should be seeing about weekend U of R housing. Should clean room. Should etc. But I don't care, I don't care, lalala!

Procrastination is my Bitch

I love you, Armand!
This is from portlandmercury.com (http://portlandmercury.com/2001-05-03/grab_bag.html):

HEY! Look at dis leep steek!
by Armand Melwicki

Hey! No, hey, look! I'm wearing the leep steek! Yes I am, right on my mouth. You got to admit, it looks good, no? I am... what to say... FOXY, yes? Yes, I am FOXY! HA-HA-HAAAAAAA! I am the Jimi Hendreex song, no? The "foxy laaaaaydeeeeee!" No, no, no... yes, I'm joking. I'm not the lady. But I wear the leep steek! And I look GOOOOOD.

People, they say to me, "Armand! What are you doing? Why are you wearing the leep steek?" And I say to them, "Don't be yelling on me! I like leep steek! There is nothing wrong!" Yesssssss. Leep steek. And I especially love dis leep steek. It is the "Revlon," and it is the "ColorStay." You know what it means? It means it stays on all...day...long. You drink the coffee? It don't come off on the cup! Ha-Haaa! That's a good leep steek, all right! But! But, but, but, but, BUT! One theeng? One theeng I don't like about the Revlon? Sometimes it look...what? "Chalky." YES! It's chalky and the leeps? They look chapped! So you know? You know what I do? I take the leettle-eettle-beetty bit of vaseline. And I dot-dot-dot...and then? The leeps? They don't look so chapped! The leeps? They keesable again! AH-Ha-Ha-Ha-HAAAAAAAA! Yessssssss...Ha-HA! Yes. Kees the leeps.

You want to wear the leep steek? You should! Go on, try just the leetle bit. It's easy, see? You just steek out the leeps...you dab-dab-dab...then you tuck the leeps...and then you say "Mmmmm-WAH! I am beautiful!" And then you walk around, and the people, they say, "Thees person, thees person is beautiful, no? And the world? It's more beautiful, too!" Leep steek reminds the world, "Hey, world! We should be keesing! No more wars...no more yelling on each other...no fighting." Just keesing. Keesing with the big fat colorful leeps. It's a good world. Yessssss. A good world with the leep steek.