| | so, today, started off in utter panic. Like naseau panic... in fact I've been naseauous all day..
This is really how Frank and my relationship works
No, really. Have you read it? Good, because otherwise this story won't work. Frank sent me that strip like a week ago. Now let me tell you my dream last night: I dreampt that Frank and I were getting married, like he proposed to me, and everyone (the whole family) was in a rush to get the wedding over with before he changed his mind. Like he proposed on Friday and we were doing the wedding that Sunday. I was freaking out, not because I didn't want to get married, but because I was afraid he was going to regret it. He was... chill about it, he told me 'yeah well, I mean I think I owe it to you or something' which did little to rest my mind. I kept telling him "it's forever ever, you know that' and he'd say ' sure, lets just do this, right?" We got married in the Church which was weird, and he was okay with that "yeah, it doesn't really matter where we do it, does it?" which is even weirder. It wasn't really very romantic, it was kind of rushed and the church was huge. Even in my dreams, my wedding was kind of lame.
Yeah so, I swear to god, I called frank today and gave him a bad time about how he acted in my dream (he thought it was funny how chill he was, and how pannicked I was). So yeah, I am Millie, weasely toad face.
In other news today, I sent my professor an email to make sure I am not royally fucking up my paper, and he was really supportive, which is weird, because it made me more panicked not less. No one was around to talk to today... Lata was busy Sterling was busy, Ed was busy with the Lady Wonderful (I kind of like Nick's honorific for significant others, the Lady this and the Lady that, I think I may stick with it. Hah! now Irene is the Lady Bonner, hehehe, not sure why that amuses me). My wrist hurts like hell from the neopets, its back in the brace for the day... icky. I saw A Chorus Line, which was fun, and The Untouchables, which was alright... I know when I think of Irish 1930s beatcop from Chicago I think of Sean Connery, don't you? (eyes roll) Frank thinks my paper writing style is boring, I think his is pompous and dry, so I guess we both win! Oh did I mention that my sink is being a bitch again, I thought I was just spilling water on my floor, but nope now another pipe is leaking (slowly thank god)... I'm thinking maybe I've got magic psi powers, because when I am stressed plumbing goes bad (last time I was incredibly stressed it was steamy and fierce, now I am living under a continuous sense of panic it down to drippy and destructive). Just wait until someone drops pigs blood on me, people will die (or rather toilets everywhere may explode.... that would be awesome. A totally useless power, but still awesome)... please in no way assume that to be an actual threat on my part. I am... as harmless as a pussycat, one with sharp claws and a short temper... and possessed by inner demons the likes of which mere mortals cannot comprehend. Yeah, pussycat.
Anyhoo, been a day, full of waiting and intermittant rain (icky)... and no laundry. I really need to do that relatively soon, or I am going to end up taking my final either naked or in really smelly clothes.
My life is currently being soundtracked by ELO.
I also just got some money from my parents, so I won't starve and I can go on my road trip next week!
EDIT
 Oh yeah, I got this today too, number #130!
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posted by Amber at 12:05 AM
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