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Name: Francesca
Location: Virginia, United States
Birthday: 10/10/1986
Gender: Female
Interests: SUGAR SHOTS, epithets, coffee, monty python skits, russian literature, irish short stories, going to giant
Expertise: certainly illustrating the diversity of the word, personally serenading miss reardon, surely being ridiculously ridiculously good looking, promptly going to see the violence inherit in the system
Occupation: Unemployed/Between Jobs
Industry: Construction
Message: message me
Member Since:
2/21/2004
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| I just flew back in from Costa Rica today. I turned on my phone to check my messages after two weeks, and one of the voicemails was from the mom of an old friend. She said she guessed I was important to him because I was in his contact list. She said he's dead, so if I try to call him he won't get it because they don't have cell phones in heaven. Quote. He'd know if I called him anyway, though. Travis was like that. I guess tomorrow I'll have to call his mom back and find out what happened and offer my condolences. But not yet. Other than that, Costa Rica was good. Amazing. Perfect. | | |
| Hello to those who still pop in on Xanga. You know who you are. It's been about four years since I started this thing, and....I think it goes without saying that my life is a far cry from what it was.
I'm still retarded, not gonna hedge around that one. Tonight Erin and I decorated a postit note for every day we have left until graduation--seventy-seven. We decided that multiples of ten and days that we wrote the number on in yellow (colors were chosen arbitrarily) are nights we drink to. Day 50 is going to be a bender. Hope we don't have anything due on day 49. Every day we're going to pull that day's stickie down and burn it in a jar (so that we don't set anything on fire). The jar of ashes sits on our tv. We're apparently sentimental like that. I really think this all is more to gauge when and how much we should drink than anything else. Though it is so satisfying to have that marker every day.
Yes, I'm ready to graduate--in the sense that I'd like to get out. I'd like to be done with my thesis (screw you, Giap!), I'd like to be away from specific boys that I still feel the need to avoid, and I'd like to figure out what to do with myself. On the other hand, I'm not sure what I want to do, where I want to go, et cet. It'll come around. I'm going to further my education (I'm thinking law school) but since I'm not set on it yet, I'm not going to go ahead and start classes for something I'm only halfheartedly engaged in as something that obligatory.
Any suggestions as to what I should be doing with myself would be much appreciated. I think right now I'm just going with the flow, being open to whatever should present itself to me. True, one must knock for the door to be opened. But I'm waiting to see what door I end up at, kay?
Other than that, boys are silly.
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| This was an odd, but strangely comforting, weekend. Christine and I are referring to it as the "Chicken soup weekend"---long story, but sums it all up. I drove up Friday evening, spent the night at Christine's---Peri loves to tell her friends that she has GROWNUPS sleep over with her (who even tell her stories!)---and then ran around and about with them on Saturday. And bought two super hot pairs of boots. And had an entire bottle of water leak in my purse and spill over my ipod and phone charger. I actually snapped at the people at Verizon tonight---they told me they couldn't switch my charger because I wasn't my dad, so wasn't a primary account holder......I feel pretty awful about that. I apologized to them. Several times. Anyway, I think my ipod's working now, so that's a BIG plus. Saw K. last night!!!!!!!! And tonight!!!!! Still making plans with Tiernan for the big St. Patrick's day blast.....It's going to be ridiculous. Or, "dickiculous," as Alyssa pronounces it. Yeah, I FINALLY got over to Amanda's for a little bit---Dylan's speaking so well now, it's crazy. Still is definitely a baby, but with a big boy haircut and speaking more fluently. Kind of surreal. At times I thought this weekend was shot to shit, but it's moved up in my esteem. It redeemed itself. About the time Tiernan gave me a huge hug and said we could have St. Patty's at his house. And K. gave me a pin for the hat I'm holding hostage---I have truly great friends. | | |
| I am so tired. I drove down to DC yesterday, ran around a bit with Chris, then we went to see "The Christmas Carol" at the Shakespeare Theatre. Afterwards we went out to Adams Morgan with some friends of hers from way back and found a bar where there was dancing. Because otherwise it's boring. One of her friends is determined that he and I are doing something on his way up through to the Poconos right after Christmas. He's stopping here to see me. He's a little bit enamoured, apparently. His friend, though, upped the ante and told me he wants me to have his babies. When I asked him how many babies, he said "Fiiiiiive huuuuuundreeeed." We settled on just five babies, so that's a deal. Anyway, it was a ton of fun but we didn't get home until five.....And Chris had work at nine. I got on the road to drive back to HBG at 9:15. Ridiculous. But a ton of fun---we're repeating that for New Years, I think. Official message to Theresa: CALL ME. I'm in. This Christmas is going to be good. Even if it's making me broke. | | |
| Eh, so I'm home. Which in some ways is excellent but in others is a fucking nightmare. I always get so excited to come home, every fucking time. And then I get home, and I remember that my mother is....infuckingsane. I'm knitting the girls sweaters for Xmas. Which is work intensive....Don't know that they'll all be done in time. Blagh. Last night I went to see Peri sing at her school's Christmas show---adorable. Then we went out to dinner at Friendly's. That kid is probably the coolest kid ever. I made her a BuildaBear for Christmas, and she's over the moon about it. She sleeps with the thing every night, and apparently rolls over onto the soundbox and makes it roar sometimes, which kind of geeks her out, haha. Other than that, pretty boring here in the HBG. I'm going down to DC Friday or Sat---Chris and I have tickets to see 'A Christmas Carol' at the Shakespeare Theater. Or rather, I had tickets to give to my ex for Christmas but since I broke up with him am going to put them to good use! I still have to go pick out her Xmas present, but at least I know what I'm getting her! | | |
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