i always say i love you when i mean turn out the light

makin': so much homemade ice cream, due to the fact that my mom and I bought an ice cream maker today. So far attempted: strawberry, chocolate, kiwi (my favorite, so far), and lemon sorbet. Not on the list to attempt, even though it's in the recipe book? Avocado ice cream. Which includes ingredients like mayonnaise. And garlic. And avocados.
spedning my time: finally finishing unpacking and man! my room looks nice. I want everyone reading this to come visit me and hang out on my bed and watch the spanish moss with me. Preferably while listening to Mazzy Star. She just sings old oak trees well.
also listening lately: some very stereotypical sixties and seventies stuff. Some mix CD of my mom's is the only thing in the downstairs CD player, and it does have Daydream Believer on it, which, in fact, is the first song. Thus, I am always in the mood to start it up. Who is ever not in the mood to hear Daydream Believer? [Disclaimer: it is perhaps my sickening and bizarrely irrational infatuation with this show, and more specifically, this character that leads me to love the song so. I'm working on it.]
saw: girlfight last night, with 'lena and Amy, 'cause we were ready to see a girl kickin' ass and rippin' shit up, while eating ice cream and popcorn, and got our wish. Beyond that, it was definitely still worthwhile, and even kept my antsy bro's attention the whole time. Maybe 'cause girls who can box are hot!

Whoo! Drinking and smoking and painting Statesboro red tomorrow night. (Okay, yes, I realize. Statesboro is sucky. But Elena and I being there will make it fun! After tomorrow night, people will be saying, "Wow, have you been to Statesboro lately? I hear it's really hoppin'!" Which will be sad, because are you really gonna listen to anyone who says "hoppin'"?) I still haven't seen Ean's place, so I'm gonna go and be able to look at his NC-17 Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue, and drink some new Smirnoff drink that's also barely alcoholic (but tastes like raspberries!), and see sweet little Elena get messed up! Tee hee! Look forward to more silly Kunk stories, too!

And, yes. The Abercrombie catalogue this season really is not being sold to minors, based upon the fact that it is full. of. nudity. We don't really understand it either, how or why a clothes catalogue would be so nude. Basically, it'll have a bare-assed Fitch boy, with, say, a pair of plaid pants hanging around his neck.

A very surreal experience: having a song like the Bloodhound Gang's The Lapdance Is So Much Better When the Stripper is Cryin' remind you of a boy you miss so much it makes you start crying. At least I can still see the humor in that, though, eh?

Sigh.

So, on that note, you know what phrase I really don't like? Long-distance relationship. And, before you start saying, Marilyn, of course, in your state of missing that boy, of course you're going to hate them, let me say, it's not that! I just don't like the words, and how they sound, and their implications. It seems to me that only morons and really naive people get into "long-distance relationships," and call them that. It seems that someone will use those words to imply this obligation to not get involved with whatever cool people they meet in their current locale. Which is stupid. Even when you're in the same two-foot-wide square with someone almost every waking second, they're still going to meet cool people, they're still going to do things on their own in their dreams... If people are involved and not getting with other people simply because of the convenience of the person that's next to them being so near, that's asinine, and also sad.

Obviously, I'm not dealing there with silly things like people's nasty habits of sleeping with people they're not dating, when they're lonely, when they're drunk, when it seems like it'll be forever before they see them again. And I know some people are prone to that, possibly, no matter how in love they are. But here's a story that may be a slight indicator as to how I do: --okay. Actually, as I'm contemplating how to tell this story without say, naming people who may not want to be named here, or saying things some people who are reading this may not want to read, I realized that that may be impossible, or at least, awkward and uncomfortable. I'll tell you personally if you ask though. Nicely, of course.

I think I'm going to go write on real paper now.