So much for the trying to journal/blog every day.

Anyways, Weezy is now gone = Steph sad, Princess elated. She is seriously happier than ever. What a bitch, eh?

It's crazy that I'm gonna be going back to St. Louis so soon. I mean, I'm extremely excited for classes and seeing Abby and Sam, but its gonna be wierd, since I haven't been there since last Fall. When I think of returning to school, I almost feel like I'm going back to 'school-life' as I knew it in London. Which obvioulsy isn't happening, so that saddens me as well.

Speaking of Abby, the other day I spent the entire day sorting my cd collection (trying to make room for who gets to come to the new dorm with me) and obviously alot of time was spent on the KT Tunstall section--even though she only has one album out, I have a bunch of live bootlegs, and her independent records when she was a poor artist busking in Scotland ('busking' means playing streetside or wherever, on boardwalks etc. for money, you know when you toss a few extra coins to the struggling artist). Anyways, I was sorting some of that shiz out, when I get a text from Abby saying, "You're the one who likes KT, right?" and I was like, "uh, yeah...LOVERHER!" and I had a feeling she was prompting me for a reason, so I was already excited knowing she had some KT news. Though I didnt know if it was news I already knew or not, me being the more avid fan obviously. I knew she was playing a gig in Indianapolis, about 4-6 hrs away from STL that I was planning on going to (because I cannot NOT see KT live when she's touring the states, KT live = the essence of why KT is amazing). But Abby texted me back saying she's playing Sept. 20th at the Pageant (in St. Louis) which got me super excited. Yay! Less gas money needed to go see her! (Although if that's the 2nd closest show, I might just go see that one in addition anyway).

So the whole day I was floating on cloud nine with anticipation, listening to my live KT bootlegs, picturing myself in the crowd of screaming/clapping noises coming from my speakers. Eeee! I'm getting goosebumps right now just thinking about it.

Though last night, I was just very 'blah' and I guess maybe a little 'depressed' you could say. I started sorting through some other crap in a box (I have many) of stuff to take with me or leave here, and this happened o be a box of stuff from London. There were a couple papers I'd written that I decided I should add to my collection of all the papers I've written, but I almost felt like I wanted to keep my writings from that period seperate from my other body of work, just because, its special, its stuff I wrote for classes I took in London.

Nostalgia got the best of me, and I started reading two of my Film papers, which even though they were about these worlds in these two movies, made me miss my London world, just remembering what was going on when I was writing the papers. Its very strange. But then I was suddenly very missing of Noel (perhaps because she's a writer--or perhaps because I found the note she left on Abby and I's door the morning she and Becca left, thrown in with my papers), and I was almost to tears, so I was gonna call her, but it was already after 10pm here, which means it was after 11pm there. So I didn't. Which is probably good, cause if I did call her I probably would have started bawling on the phone.

And today I'm feeling very...emotionless. I'm just kinda sitting here in a funk. Making some KT concert dvds, which should be a little exciting--or maybe when I watch them later. Funnily enough, I just got a new e-mail from Abby as I was writing that last sentence. But that didn't make me overly giddy this morning either. Strange.

OWWWW!!! Okay, now I feel something. Pain. Dammit. I was just gonna take a drink of my French Vanilla Cappuccino, and then click, Publish Post, and when I looked up to click, I fricken spilled my hot (but tasty) drink all over my lap. On top of burning my tongue. Pffft!

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