February 05, 2003 :: 10:47 p.m.
while visions of homicide dance in her head
Ah,
Dilate. The angry Ani CD. It's my angry Ani CD, anyway. There are angrier Ani CDs, but this one just does it for me. I'm forced to listen to it right now because I have no outlet for the extreme level of pissed that I am feeling right now. So of course it makes perfect sense to listen to a CD that causes my anger to go from a simmer to a rolling boil. Perfect sense in my little deluded world, anyway.
So Goth Boy is sleeping over tomorrow night. Fun! Observe me as a I gouge out my eyes and shove nails into my eardrums so that I don't have to see or hear the two of them. This was their conversation about it:
Emily: "You're sleeping over tomorrow night."
Goth Boy: *pause* "Does her (meaning me) boyfriend ever sleep over on weeknights?"
Emily: "Yeah, it doesn't matter. You're sleeping over."
Me: "Actually, Adam has slept over approximately on approximately one weeknight during my entire stay at this godforsaken institution, so I don't know which orifice you're pulling your logic from. And thanks for asking me if I mind, also. I do so appreciate it when I'm not even informed that there will be a complete stranger sleeping in my room."
Okay, so I didn't actually say that. But I thought it, and many more, less appropriate for network television things. GRR. Do you think my car would explode and/or experience any other harmful side-effects if I left the heater on all night? Because seriously, I don't think I can handle the all-night Nausea Fest that is Emily and her strapping young Charles Manson-ite sleeping across from me.
Le fucking sigh. Someone please frame me for a horrible crime now. At least in jail my cellmate couldn't have her bitch sleep over.
Anyway. Angel was really good tonight; I'm surprised at how engrossed I'm becoming. I smell a brand new television addiction, and thus a brand new collection of DVDs to purchase with my absolutely no money at all. Adam and I watched it in his room, because the Dreadful Duo were down here watching some movie that involved no less than six hours of screaming. We're putting Adam's DVD player back in his room tomorrow, because I'm petty like that. I don't use her TV anymore, so why should she use his DVD player? Besides, I'd get some minor jollies from depriving her of it.
And I'm really feeling the hate right now, in case you couldn't tell. Oh, what's that? It's so obvious that illiterate orphans in third-world countries are getting the picture? Well, good. I'm sure they welcome the distraction.
Blah. I'm not tired, which I guess is good because there's no way in hell I could get to sleep with all the noise they're making. Too bad I have class at 8 o' clock in the morning.
I have to go someplace that's else. This is making me want to puke.
'Night.
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