January 15, 2002 :: 12:34 a.m.
Hey Kids! I love to fly!
I am watching Daria. In fact, I've been watching Daria all night. And eating lemon pudding. And drawing. And playing Zelda. It's been a decent night, considering that I'm housebound.
I'm getting a little better with the whole Adam thing. I knew I would - I did last time, and I will next time. For a few days before and after he leaves, I degenerate into a crying, quivering mass of girl flesh. It's unpleasant. I feel sorry for those who have to be around me. But eventually, I begin to deal with it. I still cry whenever I get off the phone with him, but otherwise I'm all right. I'll be even better once my tire is fixed and I can actually venture out of the house for more than an hour at a time.
Oh, random: I got a Google hit from "death by pretzel" last night. And then I got another one. I was the only thing that came up. I'm constantly amused by those things. Google hits, I mean. People search for the weirdest shit.
I completely forget what I was going to write about. I'm rather sure that it was something more than Daria and weird Google hits, but aside from that I have no idea. Meh.
My dad made a cake tonight. Two layers of white cake with chocolate icing. I was all excited, because I'm an icing fiend, but I'm afraid all my hopes were dashed. He messed up - used to wrong type of flour or something - and it tasted weird. The icing is good, though. Mmm. Icing.
I go to the dentist tomorrow. Joy. Hopefully Dr. Evil will just fill my damn cavity and get it over with. If he tells me that he wants to wait longer, I will either grab the drill and do it myself or grab the drill and torture him until he cries "Uncle." And if he tells me that I have to have a root canal, I will definitely torture him, and in addition to that I will find out where he lives and pelt his house with eggs/leave flaming bags of fecal matter on his lawn/cover his car with rotten lunch meat on a regular basis. My appointment isn't until 1 p.m., which is nice. My last one was way too early, and so I was extra cranky when he sent me home. And I got lost. Which, you know, isn't such an uncommon event, but it still pissed me off.
It was 12:34 when I started this entry. 1-2-3-4. That means I get to make a wish. You can make a wish, too. I'm a big fan of wishing. I wish on lots of things. Certain times, stars, coins, wells, etc, etc. Sometimes I wish for relationship-type stuff. Sometimes I wish that I was more motivated, or that I had a solid direction in my life. Sometimes I wish that I was prettier, or thinner, or had smaller boobs. Sometimes I wish that I was smarter, or more interesting, or a better conversationalist. I could go on, but I'll spare you. Right now, I am watching more Daria, and wishing that I had Kevin's shirt. It's a white ringer tee with a weird green creature on the front, and it says "Hey Kids!" That's almost as fun as the Dinky Donuts "I love to fly!" shirt I saw at Fairy Godmother's... I wish I'd have bought that. It was four bucks. At the time, I couldn't afford it. The sad thing is that I can't afford it now, either. Years have passed, but my financial situation hasn't changed. Talk about personal growth.
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