infuckingsignificant.

we went and saw walk the line saturday and had a small popcorn and a white cherry slushy and we shared it all, it ALL.
last night was rasputina and i remember, ohhmygosh, i'm alive! fun and fun. pictures maybe.

this is finals week - insignificant
i am nervous. - insignificant
folded towels - insignificant
watched a documentary on teahouses and huts in the mountains of canada and wow. but - insignificant
fixed spaghetti for dinner - insignificant
fed rabbit some soy trail mix i had (he and i both like the dried cherries) - insignificant
sat on the couch and pounded waters - insignificant
have not studied for psycho final tomorrow - insignificant
hate red pen. what the fuck? dark ages. - insignificant
dad has "days, not months" left - veryfuckingsignificant

i'm making him a photo album for christmas. it will be cram packed with pictures of us to remind him there is an "us." Tell me what you think, really. Is the album too death marchesque? Is it morbid? My angle is cheerful nostalgia but there's always that significant chance it won't turn out that way in his eyes. Maybe it will only be sad? Oh, of course it will be sad but i hope it is other things too. I've never used that photo thing at whatever store. What if I want to stand there and copy photos for like 2 hours? They will wear their blue smocks and tell me to gohomerightnow!

it's always, "cat! jesus! get off my lap already, we're eating dinner!" and tonight i was like, "CAT!!! sit in my lap now, please!" and he was all like, um.. whatever.

remember what i asked you, ok? death march or cheerful nostalgia? i'm not crafty.