January 25, 2002 :: 1:16 p.m.
spoon talk
I prefer spoons of extreme proportions. Spoons with very long handles and a regular spoon-part, or baby-sized spoons. Never spoons with huge spoon-parts, though. They're too big and make me feel like Andre the Giant. I think spoons are my favorite utensil. When I worked at Friendly's, I could understand why we never had enough spoons - they're cute and I can see why people would take them. I wish I would have.
So I started writing last night, and it's really obvious that I haven't done it in a while. It's harder now than I remember - it takes more concentration to produce lesser results. I'm not entirely happy with this, but I guess it's just a sign that I need to stop being lazy and brush up my "skills." I've never been much of a story writer, anyway, so that just makes it worse. Blah.
My parents might go away this weekend, which would rock, because Mason won't be here either. Not until Sunday, anyway. So maybe I'll have the house to myself for a while, and I can dance around the kitchen in my underwear, singing old slutty Madonna songs into a wooden spoon. And maybe while they're gone I'll clean my room - that would give them a shock. They might keel over and need to be rushed to the emergency room. Yeah, it's been that long since I cleaned my room. Shut up.
Ah. Methinks it is shower time. I'm going up to see Adam tonight, so I have shave and such. I'm so bad at keeping up with girly things like that. I only do it when I'm going to see him, because I really don't care what anyone else thinks of me. I'm not about to run off and pluck my eyebrows and paint my toenails for my family or some random people I might see at the bookstore. Nuh uh. But since I am going to see him tonight, I must go do said girly things and make myself presentable.
Oh, and I had a very unpleasant dream last night. It freaked me out. I'll go into it later, after I'm done covering up the fact that I'm a foul, beastly creature with some nail polish and mascara.
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