"But ah'm not afraid of dyin'. Cause I know that when I get to heaven there are gonna be these wonderful trees, and ah'm gonna climb them. But you know what? Instead of leaves and flowers, those trees are gonna have fried eggs, and delicious Virginia ham, and big heaping bowls of biscuits and sausage gravy. And one day, Sammy, you're gonna meet me there, and we're gonna climb those breakfast trees together, and it's gonna be delicious and we're gonna be happy until the end of time."


Goings on and Other Items of Interest

Knoxville traffic...not going to miss that. I spent an hour trying to get to lunch with my mother and step-father this afternoon. On the brighter side, when I walked into the Chop House dripping with sweat, my step-father was prompted to inquire if I might like to get my air conditioning fixed today. Well, yeah.

I've had more happy surprises than I rightly deserve in the last few days. After lunch, my step-father took me to Staples and got me a back-to-school present. I just want to rip it from the box and scan everything I own, but I'm trying to remember that I have to move in a few weeks. I doubt I'll hold out for long. Also, Chad (best friend ever) took my post very seriously and sent me a beautiful set of the His Dark Materials trilogy, into which I have wasted no time in sinking my teeth. I feel like the prettiest girl at the dance.

I also had the very nice surprise of running into a clean-shaven Keiran at Preservation Pub a few nights ago. I wish my parents would go out drinking with me on a Sunday night. Or ever.

Adam and Tiffany had Matt and me over for a delicious dinner last Friday, at which I drank way too much wine too fast. As usual. Whenever I find myself drinking white wine, I remember why I usually drink reds. White tastes like fruit juice, and I treat it as such. Then the mouth starts up. Stupid mouth. It was a lovely evening, however. That bamboo rug sure makes for great seating. ;)

Got Matt all moved into his fab new digs, and it was made much less painful through the dedicated effort of the Scotts, Patrick, and Matt's brother Paul. The first night warming/electronics set-up committee of Adam, Rhys, Jesse, and Tiffany was also greatly appreciated. Good. Times.

I'd like to make a second attempt to see Shakespeare in the Square this weekend. Who's with me, and when?

Reading: The Golden Compass - Phillip Pullman
Listening: Monster Man - Soul Coughing