mood: woot!
music: death cab for cutie - transatlanticism

happy birthday, Jesus. (yeah i know it's way late, but i haven't been by a computer lately and it't not like he's going to be upset with me. i'd like to think Jesus is a bit more gracious than that)

in any event, i hadn't posted in a while since i've been christmasing with the fam in illinois and there is no such thing as current technology there. well, except for the new videocamera my aunt got especially for the occasion. gee, i can't wait to watch videos of me opening presents at 4 in the morning in 10 years. should be quite the sight.

so i'm back in o-town for EXACTLY ONE WEEK. i leave next thursday to fly back to chi-town so that i can go to fri-zance on the 8th. that means we have to drop it like it's really really hot while i'm still here. speaking of binge-drinking (which is what drop it like it's hot will refer to for the moment) i need to go do that. so here i go. party up!

happy new year...bitches...

mood: woo to the mothafuckin hoo on this one, kids
music: godspell - we beseech thee

remember that time when i didn't post for 300 years? yeah, that was a good time.

so what the hell happened to me you might ask? i don't know really. things have been so insane that i cannot actually recall what my life has been like. but now that the semester is over i may be able to get back to some sense of normalcy. and by normalcy, i mean kick it old school with my favorites and boozehound it up a notch.

a quick recap of the past 2 or 3 weeks:

killed one of my roommates - or maybe she moved out, who knows?
finally finished the directing scenes
had 5 papers all due in one week
got fucking pumped to go to france
got cast in godspell
witnessed the most bizarre ex-girlfriend versus new girlfriend confrontation
found out i couldn't come back to loyola next semester
sarah gabel saved my ass (ironic, i know)
found out i could come back to loyola next semester
got to see dre for a night
bonded with lauren
took an entire day to do nothing of great importance
found out that there's an underground rumor that i'm going out with patrick quinlan. which is
real funny considering that i'm best friends with his actual girlfriend
heard the greatest story ever about a certain max and his special problems
listened to brandon talk a lot of funny shit about people behind their backs
made friends with ira
took some time to
hung out with a motley crew of randoms...no, not just laurence
bonded with mark
embarassed my bitch ass finals and wrote them an apology:

Dear Finals,

I am sorry I kicked your asses, owned you like bitches, and pimped you like ho's. I am also sorry that I did this all week long and in front of so many people. Please forgive me. I did not mean to embarass your punk bitch asses.

Always,
Taria

and drank a lot. or rather, didn't drink at all. which is wherein the problem lies. so i'm gonna go do that tonight. yep, gonna get drunk off my ass and party up at the volcano tonight. should be amazing. holla.

drop it like it's hot...

mood: anxious for today's auditions
music: damien rice - cannonball

some time early last month i was preparing the island calendar for the rest of the year, so i turned my wall calendar to december to check out some dates. i never bothered to turn it back. and every time i wondered what day something was (in november), i would look over at the calendar and say, "damn. it's on december. well that's no help at all." but for some strange reason, i was never ever inclined to go change the damn thing. and then dec 1, we got our first real snow (while we were on campus - thanksgiving break doesn't count) and other good things started happening and i started to function like a normal person with the eating and the sleeping and the whatnot. all on december 1. i don't know. for some reason, that just seemed strange to me.

mystical or something of the like

mood: quiet...
music: n/b - i would give everything

in the midst of all of this chaos, everything going wrong, a future literally on the brink of crumbling, a workload that's drowning me, people i can no longer stand, sleep drought, situations and circumstances that are choking the life out of me, sanity that is slowly but surely slipping away

just when i'm ready to open the window and leap...


i talk to jenna
i get an email from fisch
i find out we're leaving a day earlier for france
i walk in the rain with my dumb gap umbrella that i love
i find that the lake is still right outside of my window
dre calls and says she's coming on thursday
december comes
it snows






doesn't make everything better, but reminds me of some light i'd given up on finding.