Logan and Hannah

A long time ago (during calc) i wrote the beginning of an amazing romance novel, and i just realized that it was never published. so i have decided to publish it here on my blog in short installments so all the world can know the glory of Logan the farmhand and Hannah the city girl with a haunted past.

She entered the barn that morning like so many mornings before, forgetting about the farms new visitor. Logan lay there in his hastily madew bed, naked, his sweaty sculpted body glistening in the new ays laight. Her heart skipped a beat and she gasped as her eyes moved slowly down his form, first his peaceful face, strong arms, ripling abs, and finally, his erect shaft. Hannah blushed @ the idea of what Logan was dreaming about, unable to help but hope that she was involved.

As she turned around to leave the floorboards creaked and Logan shifted in his sleep, whispering, "Hannah yes" ever so quietly. She stopped. Had she heard correctly? Was her mind playing tricks on her? Did ogan remember and treasure their summer together a year ago the same way that she did? Hannah rmembered that very heated summer and how it changed her forever.

to be continued...

to fluff or not to fluff

the big dilema-do i add crappy writing to my paper to fluff it up to the intended 5-6 pages? or do i turn in the 4 good pages i have and hope my prof will be so blown away by my intimidating knowledge of plebeian society in 17th century mexico city and look past the lacking of appx 200 word?

i know, i think i'll watch three episodes of brothers and sisters on abc.com, maybe rob lowe and sally field(s?) will know what to do...

barefoot in chicago

it turns out i'm a wimpy protester...i don't like this war but its cold and i'm a little bored, why don't we go downtown and get a sandwich and maybe a little h&m? thats much more my style of resistance :)

also, rainy weekends, especially around halloween, make slumber parties much more appetizing than trying to have fun in a little costume in the gross wet weather.

thanks for playing with me this weekend, and see you lovelies in 24 days!
much love
big spoon

too many emotions for an emoticon

dear sri and muffin,
hurry up and get here, i wanna play with you.
much love
me

parents weekend 2k7

parents weekend was a success, but it reminded me of why i struggled the summer before i left. questions from my mom like, "are you eating" and "but where does your roommates boyfriend sleep in your room?" and my favorite "do you want me to introduce you to that boy in front of us, i rode the elevator with his mother..."

thanks family, i love you all and i had a wonderful time but i would greatly appreciate it if you went home now :)

wwrd-what would riggins do ?

i went to mass today, being the good catholic that i am, and i expected to experience the relaxing, comfortable and melancholy mass that i am used to. I got there and all went according to plan until the end song when the entire congregation broke out clapping to a gospel-y song about music and jesus and filling up the sky. Being the judgemental person that i am i just giggled at the people around me clapping and looked uncomfortable and realized just how much i miss o'houlehotzke and st. pats youth group. :*)

Smoking Kills

apparently chicago didnt get the memo from truth.net or whatever that campaign is called because EVERYONE SMOKES HERE. seriously, i know i grew up in the bubble and i get that this is probably just big city culture shock but for real, can i please meet a boy who doesn't smoke cigarettes? that would be great thanks, amen.

X-( this emoticon is dead because he smoked cigs, i know i already used a dead emoticon but i'm not feeling very creative right now