words. (like udder)

I think I've spent approximately 4 hours working on various French assignments...and I'm not thinking in French yet. Anyhow, I think I'm becoming delusional. Perhaps that's why as I'm reading this article sur la seconde guerre mondiale I unconsciously began to feel that I would have been one of those femmes. I'm fully aware of this. I would have been the French woman who would have hooked up/fell in love with the German soldier. I'm not sure how I feel about that.

I've been spending more time with HC lately. He's a decent pseudo-replacement for AVH but in some ways our type of relationship, although satisfying often leaves me more frustrated-- but mostly in the fact that sometimes I just want to cuddle or kiss or hold hands. Therefore: AVH, where the hell are you? I request in a most urgent manner that you replace HC (please don't take it personally HC, you know I adore you in different ways) on an almost permanent, regular basis. Please? Your lady would be most obliged to acquiesce to your wishes.

Tonight I was trying to tell B about this disorder we learned about in 240 last semester-- please don't ask me why we were learning about psychological things in an English class at 8:30am. Yeah, whatever. Maybe that's why I can't remember the name of the disorder. It's like OCD but it's not OCD-- very similar. Anyhow, I think I experience this disorder (like I experience every-other-disorder-known-to-man). So my disorder is that I always pick guys who are far away and then I run in circles with it. Was it Rubes who said: "LG, the only type of relationship you can be in is one where you never see the guy because otherwise you get too annoyed with seeing him all the time." Gee, thanks. I choose to interpret that as a compliment. Parallel to this, B had enlightening input on this circular-attachment-thingy:
B: I think it's called complete and udder madness.
L: udder? Isn't that on a cow?
B: sure, I dunno, utter?
L: that was awesome, you just made my night.
B: it's definitely not a "baglike organ containing the mammary glands" type of madness... or is it?

Well B, that's a damn good question. I look forward to a boozin' Friday night with delicious food, fruit smoothies, mad libs (?), and talking about our crazy lives.

Also, I haven't been able to ride since last Friday. That's a bummer. My ponies shall be bundles of energy. Ohh powerful hindquarters how I look forward to harnessing you into doing some lateral work. (leg yields, perhaps?)

I might as well add in the mix-mash of things, I've come in acquaintance with a certain gentleman named Rob... he who seemingly knows my life. This is what he had to tell me today...

(first, I would like to make a disclaimer that I do not take pride in posting such items in my blog space; however, it feels appropriate to include this. I promise it won't happen often.)

"You've been walking the ocean's edge, holding up your robes to keep them dry," writes Coleman Barks in his translation of the 13th-century poet Rumi. What he means is that you've been too tentative and inhibited in your relationship with the tidal forces of love; you've been holding back from giving your total devotion to the primal power that fuels the universe. "You must dive naked under and deeper under," Barks and Rumi continue, "a thousand times deeper!" Consider taking the poets' advice, Virgo. If you can't manage diving a thousand times deeper, try to least make it a hundred times. Happy Valentine Daze!" [http://www.freewillastrology.com/horoscopes/virgo.html]

Did I mention that I'm bracing myself for another crappy V-Day? The difference is that this year I actually have a boyfriend... at least last year Martin and I had a mutual adoption to celebrate with each other. This year? No such luck. (except maybe pretend heart shaped pizza with Jin.)