January 15, 2003 :: 1:13 p.m.
don't bother me with blueberries - they're purple
Gah, so tired. Still. I got a decent amount of sleep, too, so I'm kind of perturbed by this. What does it take to make me feel well-rested, dammit? My eyelids feel like they're on the verge of closing for good whenever I blink, and I've lost all will to do anything but, say, sit and stare at the walls. It's sad. I had my first Concepts in the Visual Arts class this morning, and while it was, surprisingly, pretty interesting, he had the lights off for the majority of the period and I was about
thisclose to polishing the desk with a thick coating of saliva.
Hey, suspicious goth boy is here! Adam and I were just talking about him at lunch. He's this kid who hangs out here with Emily a lot - it's a weird situation. They lay on the bed with their shoes off in a very cuddly manner; it freaks me out. Adam and I have speculated that perhaps they're more than just friends, in which case Emily is being a very bad girl. But I don't know. And I don't particularly like either of them, anyway, so it doesn't really matter to me.
Adam and I might take a trip to Old Navy tonight, which causes me much sadness. I was going to buy some things, but then my 2-D Design professor sprung an extra book and a materials list on us. Now I'm lost and forlorn and unable to buy corduroys and hoodies. Blah. It's my fault, though. If I hadn't spent $66 on two hats I'd have more than enough for Old Navy goodies. Alas. They're the most fun hats ever, though. Seriously. I expect to have spontaneous multiple orgasms when they arrive. And maybe at some point I can figure out how to make them for myself so that I don't have to spend assloads of money to get them online.
Well, I must go. Global Pop is in half an hour, and I have to pee. I'll write later if anything incredibly interesting comes up. Which it won't. But I'll probably right anyway, because I'm bored and predictable and addicted like that.
Cheers.
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