goodbye jessica
So, my friend from New Mexico, Jessica, is leaving on Monday to go home. She's not all that sad because she's been here since September and she has an incredibly cute boyfriend (think Billie Jo of Green Day...yeah, a total doll) waiting for her when she gets there. I'd be happy, too! In her honor, about 15 of us went out last night and drank/danced the night away at the Warehouse. They played some Pixies for us so we were all very happy. I made a friend from Germany...Joseph...and we hung out all night just dancing like idiots on crack. It was a really good night and I was happy to go out since I really hadn't in over a week.
Jessica made dinner for Kate, Lucas, and me last night...some really awesome enchiladas with fresh pico de gallo. I nearly cried twice at dinner from getting all sentimental about leaving. These kids have helped me keep sanity a few hundred times, and I love them for it.
Ella just came in to say hello...she's my other punky roommate. "Your kind," as Rachael calls us. I nearly got in a fight last week when some idiot prick boy at a pub called us "Goths." I almost hit him in the mouth just for breathing. What an idiot.
Anyway, the song of the day is Broken Face by the Pixies because that's what that guy will get if I see him again.

i saw you in my lucid dream and i made you cry
I'm sitting here listening to the new Ataris CD...So Long, Astoria...it's so wonderful...I'm thinking it's their best one yet. I am quite fond of their older stuff for sentimental reasons, but as with everything, it's time to move on. I feel like this is a much more mature album. The boys have definately grown up since Blue Skies and Broken Hearts. I love the song In This Diary...
I worked in Brew for some of the afternoon, but it was slow so when Kate came in, Adrian let me go shopping with her. We just ended up going frigging crazy in a CD store and buying about 5 CDs each. I love getting them back and carefully unwrapping them and looking through the liners. We took them back to Brew after about 2 hours of intensive shopping in preparation for our Italian excursion...dumped everything on the counter and showed Adrian what all we'd purchased. It was a great day...as we were walking back after having lunch and some coffee it started raining even though the sun was beaming down on us. It made me think of Kelby and that summer before I left Paducah. He kissed me once in the rain when the sun was shining...later that fall he sent me a text message to tell me that he'd seen that weather again and thought of me...and today made me miss him. He was such a sweet boy and I'm really hoping I can find him to say hello again when I get home. I hate losing touch with people.
So I'm leaving Preston on Thursday and I am so sad about it just the thought makes me cry. This place has made me really struggle to be myself...learn what that really means...to learn what it means to move on...to really make the most of my days alone...what it means to be a good friend...how to stand up for what I believe in even when I stand alone. I will always love Preston. I will always remember my time here as bringing me closer to being the woman I want to be.
I watched a movie at 2pm yesterday in room 202 of the library with Liz from New York, Jessica from New Mexico, and Kate. It was called Waking Life and it made me have a lucid dream last night. The whole movie was animation over film (if that makes sense) and was by the director of Dazed and Confused. It talked about dreams, death, evolution, boredom, love, and philosophy. It was so weird, but I loved how thoughtful it was. I tried some techniques to make myself have a lucid dream last night and it frigging worked. I'm going to experiment with it a bit more..can you imagine being conscious in your dreams enough to be able to control them? I want to fly. I want to feel joy in my dreams...I want to be able to stop nightmares. This is going to take some time. Time I have.

.::a stick of butter::.
Kate's over and we're eating Marks and Spencer cookies (we're HIGH CLASS HO's) and drinking Archers & Lemonade (which is actually nothing like lemonade) and singing Spice Girls songs. Why not? We've got a week left here as of tomorrow! HOOTY HOO!
I turned in my second to last paper today...Kate and I have all the supplies for Italy...
(1) some really huge-ass backpacks that MATCH...yeah, we know..they're 65 liters and big enough "to carry two dead cats and a bag of kitty litter...oh dude I am sick" as Kate would say
(2)proper shoes...I got North Face hiking shoes that are so rad I want to sleep in them
(3)Mr. Skip Bojangles (SB)...he's the guy we've decided to take along with us...he's only about 10 inches tall but he has a Hitler mustache and a sparkling personality
I can't wait to get the skizance out of England...
As for now I'll leave you with the lyrics of the immortal Pixies...
I GOT A BROKEN FACE...ONCE THERE WAS THIS BOY WHO HAD TWO CHILDREN WITH HIS SISITERS WHO WERE HIS DAUGHTERS WHO WERE HIS FAVORITE LOVERS..IVE GOT NO LIPS IVE GOT NO TONGUE...I'VE GOT A BROKEN FACE!
damn the man