January 27, 2003 :: 11:15 p.m.
portrait of a brain dead marker sniffer
Ack. Today kind of sucked. It started out all right, but when Emily and Goth Boy stapled themselves to her bed and I had to spend three hours in the lounge sniffing markers it started to go downhill a bit. It fell down the side of the hill, bounced off a pile of big, pointy rocks, and landed in a puddle of sewage when I came back after the marker-sniffing extravaganza to find them STILL HERE. I want saltines. I want to lay in bed and read. I want to go to sleep. In my current, brain dead state, all I can do is sit here and be annoyed. And wait. Forever. Because seriously, he's going to be here until fucking 1:30 in the morning again - I'd bet my two dollars in quarters on it. And as such, I will be here at my trusty Compy 386, searching valiantly for something to occupy my time. Blah.
Speaking of the Compy 386, my Strong Bad shirt came today. It's awesome, but the Homestar people made a mistake - they send a large instead of a medium. It's not a big deal, except for the fact that the sleeves hang down past my elbows. It looks ridiculous. So here's hoping it shrinks up when washed in hot water, sleeves and all. Because if the body of the shirt shrinks and the sleeves don't, I'll be mightily pissed. And also mightily stupid-looking, but I'm used to that.
Hey, whoa. Goth Boy is leaving. If you'll excuse me, I need to go have a heart attack or seven now. Be back in a sec.
*insert coronary failure here*
Ah, what fun. Too bad he's not taking her with him. Now that would be a good time.
Ahem, anyway. Moving on from my constant and ever-intensifying roommate irritation... hrm. The marker-sniffing I mentioned earlier wasn't recreational. It was for my 2-D Design homework, which, for all the brain cells I killed this evening, still isn't done. I really need to stop putting these things off until the day before they're due. It's not so much that it's hard or complicated... actually, it's not either of those things in any capacity at all. It's just a big pain in the ass. And it sucked one of my Prismacolor markers dry, which upsets me greatly. But it was a black one, and I have about six of those, so it's all good. Well, not quite. It'll be all good when I finish coloring in the last 12 design things and glue them all in my sketchbook. Until then, it's just semi-good. Verging on good. Somewhere between mediocrity and goodness lies... now.
Ooh, I can fetch my saltines now. Nummy. Not much else to say now that I have access to crackers, so I'll end this thing before it gets pathetic. I had great fun this afternoon in Global Pop, ignoring both the teacher and the pretentious music majors sitting all around me in favor of drawing Llama In My Pocket in all his deadly glory. I'll post them as soon as I work up the motivation to use the scanner.
It's tough being this lazy. Send me money and possibly baked goods, if you're not a crazy sociopath who likes to stick arsenic and needles in the batter. Actually, you can send those too, just let me know first. Because then I can give them to Emily as a gesture of roommately goodwill and laugh when she gets carted off to the hospital.
Why yes, I really am this heartless and vindictive. I thought you knew that already. It's not like I try to hide it or anything. Pft.
So yeah. 'Night.
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