a dogs wet kiss is the reason for the existence of the word bliss

well here we try again..

Last friday i got word that my uncle was selling his 97 plymouth dogde neon. so on sat, we (my mom, me, father, and my fathers bro,(uncle)) went to carmax to try and sell my car. we would only have gotten $350 for it..so no.

but we did buy it and i would finish out the payments. about $160 a month for 3 years. not at all bad. so i have a new used car. it still has that new car smell..he barely used it. woohoo.

so on monday i got the fuck up early and went and did stuff with my father. Changed insurance, got a loan, he took me out to breakfast and he even payed for my UNT car sticker. damn. warning: proceed with caution. He likes to set u up for hard HARD falls..

anyways i started college again this past tuesday. I got there an hour early but spent 30min trying to find a fucking space. i almost started crying but found one right before i did.

blah. i can freak out quickly.

It was close to my first class so i hiked it to class and found a good seat. Then 5 minutes before class started a cute guy asked..

"is this seat taken?" the one next to me.

Me: No.

(boy sits)

A few minutes later class started and again..

"do you have a pen i can borrow?"

"um..(looks in purse and finds one. I knew there was a reason i bought along a 2nd pen..)yes. here ya go.."

"oh my god! you're such a lifesaver"

(i grin and continue paying attention)

Me and him make small jokes. eventually..

"Oh by the way, my name is febe" (extends hand)

"Mine is.. (he mumbled something undetectable. found out on thursday it was JD)" (shakes hand)

At the end of class he gives me back my pin. wow. cool.

So then i had an hour before my last class stared oh..

9:30 - 10:50am Music in Human Imagination.
12:30 - 1:50pm Short Story

I really dig both classes but anyways..

So i had packed me a peanut butter sandwich and a dr.pepper so that was my lunch.

I then went up to my class. The prof was a bit late.

But my god he was so sexy. He looked about 50ish. he had a nicely trimmed white beard and greyish sweaty hair. He had the coolest hat. You could tell he had been sweating in his jeans. His belly hung over his cowboy belt but you could tell he was far from a cowboy. He was just so damned smart and such a know it all but not to the point of annoyance. I couldnt stop staring at him. mmmmm. I love guys like that..low self - esteem is so unattractive.

Wot he asked each of us:

Who is your fav author?
Why did u take the class?

Febe: Jack kerouac, and because im a rather quick to the point poet and i wanted to give short story a chance (a lie..i actually stared writing short stories long before poetry..blah. i was just so damn nervous cuz i had public speaking..)

Prof: Oh. well poetry and short story writing can be quite different. (smiles and moves on)

You actually get to write a short story in the end. I just about jumped up and down.

Wednesday was cool.

Then on thursday i got there an hour and 10min early and found a spot right then. oh yes.

I was wondering if JD would sit next to me today or if it was just a fluke. i thought i had seen him on the other side of the room (its actually a recital hall) so i had come to terms with it. then
five minutes til class starts..

(JD sits down and smiles)
"Hey wot's up?"

woohoo. looks like i have a new pal.

I later asked him..

"Hey when we have to go to concerts and stuff do you wanna bud-uh-part-uh go see them together?"

(nods head)

damnit. i didnt have such a hard time asking it in my head.

It raiinned badly yesterday. I had this small umbrella and it only covered my head. my sandals..ooh n/m. i already wrote about that LOL

So today brian came on..

M: Heya. i missed ya.
b: heya. i missed ya 2. can ya hold on a sec. i'm busy.
m: ok.
grr
I had to leave and asked him to wait. i came back and he was gone. (sigh)

On another sad note..its official..

The Toadies are breaking up. Their last performace is going to be sept. 29th at the dallas bronco bowl for The Edge (local radio station. the best) Fall Bowling Ball.

I mean logically, its a good move. but C'MON!!

They are the fucking Toadies. They are as fucking texas as well..the cowboy stereotype.

They were Pre-bush. i forgot to mention them.

I grew up with them man.

Songs I'm Listening to:

So Fresh and So Clean - OutKast

Throw Your Arms Around Me - Ben Harper and Eddie Vedder.