My neck has been popping alot lately, and I kinda like it. It hurts little, and makes my ears feel funny every now and then... but I like it. Is that weird? I like popping my knuckles, I like popping any of my joints. I dunno if its the sounds or the feeling that I get from it. I think I learned about stuff like that once in psychology, but I cant remember. I just woke up from a nap, and I feel worse than when I started my nap. I wish the consequences of naps were always the same, I wish they all made you feel awesome instead of this whole game of chance thing. I feel like I need a nap after my nap, which of course would prolly just make the after nap grogginess worse. blehk. So I got the imac, and it is AWESOME. I absolutely love it. Its sleek, simple, and freaking sexy. I am pretty sure that the guy who came up with macs n'stuff sold his soul to the devil in order to make these things, but dammit, that was a soul well spent. All my classes are done for now, I am SO glad this week is over. I learned tons, for sure, but I hated almost every second of it. I got some sweet paintings started and one finished. I also scored my very own fancy easel, I think its called a french something... but it looks way nice and is super useful. It folds all out into this alien looking thing with three legs that you make into pretty much any size you need them to be, and it has a little drawer that you put all of your paint stuff in, and it ALSO has another little drawer underneath that drawer that you can put all of your tools in. Then it all fold back up into this box with a handle on top, and you can leave your painting clamped into where it was, so you can just carry it around! Its awesome! I am contemplating being one of those people who sits in public places and paint while people put money in a hat or something. Maybe I will take my husband and he can play the guitar while I paint... yep. Next week is gonna be hell... or maybe not. I am feeling like its gonna be hell though. I havent even started packing for this infamous trip, and the packing is also gonna be hell. Also whats gonna be hell is having to be nice to people... cuz sometimes when i'm cranky, I just want to make someone else feel like shit. Its horrible, I know, and I will prolly get lectured by some beardy white guy about it after I die, but thats just who I am. I found a bunch of my old cds the other day, and have been listening through them. Right now I am listening to HIM, which used to be my absolute favorite band! I miss it sometimes, what it used to be like, popping my pills every night and being in a coma untill the next night. But you know, I really like the place I'm in now. I like playing house with my best friend, and I like being a mom to two cats, and I like looking into the future and seeing myself being happy there too. He has really turned my whole life upside down, and he showed up at the exact moment that I needed someone most. I've stopped feeling bad about the past. When I look back its like seeing someone you recognize, but you dont from where or why you remember them. If I am the snake, she is the translucent skin that I've shed in order to grow. (sorry about that analogy babe, but you are just gonna have to accept it. The whole snake part I mean.) In the name of snaps, simplicity, and skins.