January 11, 2003 :: 7:45 p.m.
there's a barcode where my heart should be
Mmm, burritos. I made for myself tonight, along with spanish rice and lime tortilla chips. Well, I didn't really
make the tortilla chips. They were a nice addition, though. Unfortunately, not one of the five people who weren't me in this house wanted to try the damn burritos - my sister Shanny and her boyfriend were on their way out to dinner, Mason and his friend shied away from them due to the lack of meat, and my dad wasn't hungry. Blah. So I had to eat them all by myself, but I could only eat one and a half before I had to give up and wrap the rest in foil, to be enjoyed at a later date. Meaning tomorrow morning, since after that it's back to school and I don't think I want burritos sitting in my little fridge. I'd probably forget about them, and they'd grow mold and smell bad and perhaps even start to whisper obscenities at me while I'm sleeping.
Adam and I went hung out for a bit this afternoon, which was a fun time. We went to Dick Blick so that I could use up the rest of my gift card ($75.40, to be exact) - I got a pad of smooth bristol board (larger than the one I already have), a pad of colored paper in varying textures and weights, a fountain pen, ink refills, three Sakura Pigma Micron pens (005, 03, and 08 - I now have the complete set), a 12-pack of Prismacolor markers (Warm Greys), and five loose Prismacolor markers. My total was $75.43, a mere three pennies over what I had on my gift card. Score. Then we went to Barnes & Noble, where I debated for about half an hour over whether or not I should buy a leather journal. I did, and while I do feel bad about it, all of the non-leather journals were kind of cheap and tacky-looking. Or they were too small, or too thin, or unlined. And there's just something about a leather journal that's more appealing; I think it's a heft thing. It weighs more, and this it feels more sturdy.
So yeah, it was love at first sight between me and this great black leather journal with thick red leather stiches down the spine, and now it's mine, all mine. Happiness.
I hope to god that someone is printing something, because otherwise there's a horrible, unexplained screechy noise resonating throughout my house. It's sort of how I imagine a saw grinding away at bone would sound. Fun!
Amanda called a bit ago, asking if Adam and I wanted to go to Friendly's and visit her. I called him, and he's coming over in a little while. That should be fun, what with the abundance of ice cream and all. Mmm, ice cream. I'm definitely having some ice cream. And Amanda always gets me a little cup of maraschino cherries whenever I go in to visit her, so there's an extra, added bonus. I love me some maraschino cherries.
What else, what else? Oh, right. It's official: my parents aren't getting back together. At all, in any way. It's very depressing, but there's not a whole lot I can do but try to deal. My dad is thinking about moving, I guess just to get away from all of the memories that come with this house. If that happens, my mom will most likely move in here. Otherwise, she'll get an apartment someplace and, hopefully, take the cats. My dad can't take care of the cats. He doesn't really want to, either. Mason wants Rufus to stay here, in any case, which would be fine. But I told him that when I move out, I'll probably take Rufus with me. He's MY kitty, after all. Joe and I got him together, and when Joe couldn't keep him, he came with me. Besides, he cheers me up. He's cute and fluffy and amusing.
Anyway, I'm going to go either play with my new art stuff or putz around online until Adam gets here. Ciao.
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