Here comes the grand finale...

Today: Free day. The most I plan to exert my brain or any other part of my body is during game night tonight :) COME!


Saturday: Study for Calculus III all day. I'm looking for a tutor and WILL pay.


Sunday: Study for Shakespeare all day. Don't need a tutor for that.


Monday: Wake up early. Eat a hearty breakfast. Write 3 in class essays for my Shakespeare final.


Tuesday: Continue studying for Calculus. Spend the majority of the day in my professor's office freaking out.


Wednesday: Sleep in. Wake up. Eat a hearty brunch and pray to God I pass my Calculus final.

• Wednesday Night: Drive to Austin/Leave Dallas forever (estimated time of arrival: 11:00 p.m.)

Thursday: Meet with apartment finder bright and early. Hopefully find something relatively quickly so I don't have to worry about it for the rest of break.

• Thursday Night: Watch mindless movies (mainly the Imogen DVD) with Jessica and celebrate me finding my husband somewhere in Austin.

Friday: Go home.

So close. But so far.

For a someone.

The smell of books and chatter of the senile saturated the room.
There you were in your chair, unmoving in anticipation.

I took a seat.
Close enough for recognition.
Far enough for avoidance.

You said my name.
I turned.
We talked.

Talked of things old and new,
Things of irrelevance.
Things of simplicity.
Things that filled the silence.

Our time was cut short.
It was your time now,
No longer ours.

As you spoke I sat motionless;
Pretending to listen.

My gaze pierced your divergent eyes.
Begging them to look my way,
Afraid of my reaction if they did.

Your voice sang in my ears.
Your charm subdued my stare.
The bitter taste of stale coffee blanketed my tongue.

I wanted you.

I imagined what it would be like.
I imagined us in a coffee shop.
I imagined easy conversation decorated in laughter
Where your hand would naturally brush against my own
And your smile would derive from me.

Imagined a time when you would look at me as a someone.
Imagined a time when I would be your inspiration.
A time when you would call me her and us we.

The slapping of claps tore into me and revealed what would never be.
There you stood, seemingly by yourself;
The ring on your finger stating otherwise.

You looked at me and smiled.
Not at me, but for me.

You were out of time and I was too late.

Tempting...

I'm thinking about posting one of my most recent stories (the only one I haven't grown to hate) on this here blog.

However, I worry about copyright (even thought I doubt anyone would steal it but you never know) Not to mention the mere thought of making one of my stories severely public is a little intimidating.

I doubt I'll go through with it. Although, I'm a little too spontaneous for my own good so I may one day (in the moment) decide it's a really good idea and put it up.

I need to stop procrastinating. I'm supposed to be studying for Calc III.
Sara and I are going to the musical at 9. I'm excited.
You should come too; it's free.
It's about spelling bee children; how strange; how original. I hope they sing the spellings. I doubt they will.

Sara introduced me to Mitch Hedberg tonight; if he were still alive, I would track him down and marry him.

Watch this, you won't regret it: 

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IueXtzdC6kA

I'm going to study for the next hour(ish). Also, if you have an iPhone or if you're unfortunate enough to own a droid go download heytell. It's the best app ever. It's free. I'm obsessed. 

If you don't have either of those things, then (I guess) you can just text me. If I don't answer, refer to two posts ago... the line about texting me.

Buh-Bye for now.

CHOCOLATE MILK.