live to make a dream to believe
iTunes is spinning: anberlin -"missionary song"so. tonight is the eve. the eve of what i would consider even more anticipating than christmas morn. the eve of a monumental day. a day that will go down in history. it is the eve of the volcom sample sale!!! needless to say, the sleep tonight will be torturous as my little head fills with frilly skirts and fitted hoodies galore, the arrays of colourful belts and smashing totes. oh my little heart goes pitter patter, faster with every second of today that passes before me only to let me be one second closer to tomorrow. so. for those who don't know me that well. i ♥ volcom. why. because it's fabolous is why. and tomorrow i will be getting my full dosage, my very first volcom sample sale, getting my excited little hands on everything i can for a fraction of the price. ahhh. my dreams come true. this is almost better than that time i had a dream about josh hartnett being in love with me. wait. maybe this is better. this is real. i can touch it, i can sniff it, i can kiss it, i can hug it, i can wear it, i can sleep with it. . .
my thursday fun will continue on as, tomorrow night is the starts concert. at the phoenix i believe. i'm excited, and i've heard rumours of the arcade fire opening. i'd be so uber psyched to see that happening. they're huge and totally deserving of the fame because they're phenomenal (not like the LLcool J kind of phenomenal though). but of course to all this upside of my endearing little materialistic life, there is a downside. to which i have a major final paper due on monday. to which i'm still working out the topic and research. ho hum. but i can't help it if i have a one track mind, body and soul. and right now all it can concentrate on is the stone. i mean who cares if friday is already a write off as it's week number three of me learning how to throw bottles of vodka around, stirring up gin martinis (dirty/wet anyway you like 'em) and latching on to the tips of the trade. but in the meantime, i think i finally honed down to the final choice of paint for my new downtown boudoir. what tis it you ask? well. you'll just have to be patience and see. all i know is that it's going to be a bitch of a paintjob. why must we artsies always come up with a difficult thing to do. ahhhh the things we do for aesthetic pleasure. purrrrr.
it's eleven o two: and i'm well on my way to procrastinationville for the rest of the night. till'morrow my dear dear volcom sample sale. i love you.you.you.
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