The proposal confusion is under control now - no worries, I'm not getting married any time soon nor to anyone I know.
My dentist thinks I have TMJ, so now I wear a plastic tray in my mouth - like a mouth guard for football players - and I talk like a 12 year old with a retainer. Don't laugh too hard, or at least wait til I've turned my back, when you hear me slurpping through words and lisping.
A boy from campus died just before coming back to TU from Spring Break. He knew several of my friends, and it has been tough here to see the effect of death on a campus. Three kids have died in my time here, this one, though I knew him most of all the three (which still means not at all), this time I've not been emotionally affected much. I attribute that to the post-Ireland Lana. In a way, though, it makes me wonder if I'm simply more callous than I used to be. Super-sensitivity gives way to off-handed callousness.
I watched Garden State for the first time tonight, and I think it changed my life.
Somehow.
I feel like I'm waiting for that one big event that will redirect my life forever - in a holding pattern. I wish that would end, and my real life begin.
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Garden State was semi-mind-blowing for me the first time I saw it. I'd have to say it was my favorite movie from last year.
Liz said it was her favorite of last year, too.
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