January 11, 2003 :: 1:38 a.m.
an evening of Buffy-watching, preceded by burrito-eating
I came home tonight to find my dad in his bedroom. The same dad who, just this morning, woke me up to tell me that he was going to the beach for the weekend. I'm kind of sad that he didn't stay, because my mom was going to be here while he was gone. And now she's not. My world is all askew, perhaps even more so than usual.
Today has, overall, been pretty good. Amanda and I has lunch at Rascal's and hung out at Borders for a bit before going our separate ways around four. Then I scurried over to Adam's, where we proceeded to go to the grocery store and then make yummy delicious black bean burritos for dinner. Mmm. After dinner it was off to Joe's to watch Buffy all evening. It was fun, because Buffy is always fun (for me), but here's the thing: Joe talks to much. This is something that I've known since the first day I met him, some four years ago, but tonight it was particularly annoying. He just would not shut up. About anything. Ever. He felt the need to make snarky-in-a-bad-way comments over all of the funny, important dialogue, which was not only intensely annoying but deprived Adam of experiencing new (to him) episodes of Buffy to their full, glorious extent. But yeah, other than that it was a good time. We watched Welcome to the Hellmouth (season 1), Nightmares (season 1), Bewitched, Bothered, & Bewildered (season 2), The Wish (season 3), Doppelgangland (season 3), and Earshot (season 3). You know, just in case you're strange enough to care.
So. It's back to school on Sunday morning, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it. On one hand, I loathe the thought of going back to the classes and the roommate and the legions of shallow, dim-witted students. But on the other hand I have to appreciate it, in a way, simply because it's someplace that isn't here. "Here" meaning my house, of course. My little cinderblock room at school may be somewhat dank and depressing, but in a weird way it's become more homey than my actual home. Probably because it lets me separate myself from the uncomfortable tension and the empty feeling that my house has taken on as of late. Also, Adam is right upstairs and I get to sleep with him on the weekends - always a sure-fire way to cheer me up.
Tomorrow is going to be hectic. I want to go to Dick Blick at some point and get some things to take back with me, like sketchbooks and pencils and markers and things. I need to get money for books from my mom, go to the post office, go to Giant, go to Circuit City, go to Hallmark for cards, give Adam (brother) his much-belated Christmas present, wash the clothes that I'm taking back with me, pack, and load everything into my car. I should also, at some point, go someplace to get socks and underwear and things like that, because I've found that I run out very quickly and thus have to do laundry when I otherwise wouldn't. And I'd like to hang out with Amanda for a bit. And Adam. And my mom. GAH! All this and I've only got about 16 hours of feasible errand-running time and 30 bucks to pay for it all. If I'm very lucky I'll still be thinking coherently when I write my next entry. If I'm not, then you'll be getting the meaningless blather of a girl whose brain has liquefied and dribbled out of her ears. Woo.
Well, I'm off to browse random Buffy sites for interesting things to read or look at. Adieu.
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