Friday, 16 April 2010

Last night we had a brinner party.
We ate pancakes, waffles, omelets, cinnamon rolls, strawberries, bananas, and cookies. And drank a lot of juice. It was ridiculous and so sweet, in every possible way. The friends that Pam and I share are loud and goofy and just the nicest people. And as the rough end of school rolls around, I'm seeing our mutual friends more than I'm seeing my exclusive friends. I miss dancing with Brett and talking in funny voices with Jordan and making faces with Lindsey and the list goes on and on and on. And I miss Daniel. We talked on the phone tonight until I burnt my rice and he had to return to the paper he was writing. Damn you school, always keeping my friends at a distance. Summer, please come soon. West Texas, please come sooner.

I'm shooting my friend's wedding.
But it got pushed back to next summer instead of this fall so I feel so much less nervous! Eeeeeeeyoh

I don't want to come back to school next Fall
But I will. I'll register for classes and I'll curse them. I'll work every day 8-12 and then go to class from 1-7. Classes that I won't have any passion or drive for. Classes that will keep me from running with my dog in the park. Classes that will steadily eat away at my soul. But I'm so close now, so close. I'll make Dean's List, I'll graduate, and I'll finally start my life.

We watched Princess and the Frog
I was so worried that I wouldn't like it, that it was too far from original Disney. But we really did love it.

Tonight I made Chouquettes.
Kind of. The recipe called for too many eggs and they turned out pretty boring. They tasted good but looked bland. They were not sweet little puff balls, but flat and bottomless pieces of bread. But for the last batch, I just poured all the dough on at once and made something that greatly resembled a giant chocolate chip pancake!

Tomorrow morning I get to walk to APA dogs
I'll wake up at 9 to check the weather and make sure the trail hasn't been closed. Austin Pets Alive let's you "rent" dogs to take running with you around Town Lake. It's good exercise for the dogs and pretty much heaven for dog-deprived people such as myself. Hopefully it stays open because Pam has agreed to go! She never had pets growing up and she's half-excited for my getting a dog in August but half-scared at the same time. Also, I really need some motivation to start training for our half-marathon. Pups are the perfect motivation for me, always always.

I was supposed to go camping this weekend
But with storms in every piece of Texas that I wanted to visit, that won't be happening. I'll walk to the dogs tomorrow morning and then who knows what. Ericka and I may drive up to Marble Falls for Bluebonnet Cafe. I promised Kevin I'd bring him back some Lemon Cream Pie and I'm bringing some for Daniel once I decide what flavor. If it only rains and doesn't storm, I want to go swimming somewhere since everywhere will be abandoned. I needed to get away from the city for the weekend but maybe some other time. I think Mike, his friend, and I are going camping next weekend? Hopefully!

The other night I had a dream that I was living in Montana
And it topped my former favorite dream (the one where I was dating Charlie Bartlett and then became Charlie Bartlett!). It was a plain house but it was in this tiny little valley between foothills that led up to the mountains. And there was a field of weeds and grasses surrounding it and it was dusk and I could hear all the bugs buzzing and chirping. It was a very, very short part of my dream but that 10 seconds were the best sleep I've ever had. It broke my heart to wake up from it. Last night I laid in bed for forever, willing myself to dream about Montana again (I didn't). Jenna sent me the most amazing letter, with a painting of the mountains and a short letter from them. It read, "Dearest Hillary-Anne, We miss you. Sincerely, The Mountains". Best letter ever. I intend to tell all my other penpals that they have stiff competition. And that includes my grandmother who sends me "cupcake money".

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