January 05, 2002 :: 1:49 a.m.
I'm a little tea pot, short and stout
It's about a million degrees in here. That = no fun. It may just be me, though. I took a bath earlier, thinking that it would be relaxing and such, but the heat just made me feel ill. I used this finally lavender soap that I got for christmas - it's purple (duh) and smells yummy. It's a happy thing. I want soap in the shape of a rubber ducky or a snail or something. Those would be even happier things.
Adam was supposed to call me tonight. From Connecticut. And no, it wasn't my idea. He asked me if he could, which of course is a stupid question. Like I'm really going to say no. So I was looking forward to that, because he usually manages to cheer me up when I feel like crap. Alas, I received no call. I guess I'm not surprised. Lately I've been developing a healthy dose of skepticism when it comes to these things.
I'm reading The Mists of Avalon again. I really need to get a new copy; mine is battered to all hell. I want the hardcover edition, but god only knows when I'll be able to afford it. Oh well. I'll cross that bridge once I get off my ass and find a job. Or something like that.
This entry has no real point. I'm just hopelessly bored and feel like sharing the love.
My brother has informed me that once I move out, he will be moving into my room and his room will be turned into an office for my dad. It's nice to know that everyone is so anxious to see me leave. It's also nice to know that when I come back to visit, I'll be sleeping on the couch. Not that I plan to visit that often or anything, though. Blah.
I'm going to stop rambling now, and go read some more of Weetabix's diary. I'm in lust with her right now. She's funny ha ha.
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