February 22, 2005 :: 12:40 a.m.
la noche de los snuggles vivos!
I'm contemplating skipping class tomorrow so I can get this painting done for Wednesday without having to stay up until 4 in the morning. I really should go to Nonwestern Art, as it's the last class before our midterm and we're reviewing, but if I go to that an skip Children's Lit then the people who I have both classes with will be all, "Oh, but she was here for art history..." and it'll be awkward. Why do I care? Because I do. Shut up. So I may just skip both and get the final slide list from someone on Wednesday, but I don't know. It's confusing. Confusing and annoying. I need to stop being such a world-class procrastinator and just get shit done. Gah.
This weekend was pretty sweet. Adam worked on Saturday, so Cassie and I hung out. I made lots of food on Sunday, so she and Justin came over for dinner and then we went bowling, which was just... whoa. There were SO MANY KIDS. I thought my brain was going to explode. It was horrific. We were stuck in a lane next to like 6 little kids and they kept looking at us and their parents were overly cheerful and annoying and the fact that no one got stabbed or had a bowling ball lofted at their soft little skull was really an amazing display of restraint on my part, I have to say. But it was a good time overall, even though I have this totally unintentional spin thing going on that fucks up my game. I do so hate losing. But I got to wear sweet bowling shoes and use my awesome chartreuse ball again, so I shall overcome.
Sunday night bowling is awesomeness personified. Especially when 15,000 children haven't descended upon the place like killer bees. I'm hoping next week is less hive-like.
Today Adam and I dropped my application off at Salvation Army and then did some errands, including searching high and fucking low for some extra-firm tofu. WTF? Seriously, it's nowhere to be found. Everyone is out of it. I am not pleased. But then we went to the Indian grocery, which cleansed the world of all its sins with it's gloriousness. Oh my god... why have I not gone there before? It's the greatest place ever. I got a 10-pound bag of basmati rice for $6.99. I pay $5.50 for 3 pounds at Rhubarb's. And the bag the rice came in is frickin' sweet! It's so exciting. I'll definitely be visiting again soon.
Adam left around 5, leaving me to putz and avoid homework. He left the GameCube here again, which, along with getting me Angel Season 5, clearly makes him guilty of aiding and abetting a known procrastinator. That bastard. Oh, sure, I could've protested - but that requires effort. Effort that I had no desire to put forth. So now I have a 6 new discs of Angel and a GameCube to keep my firmly distracted from the impending doom of schoolwork. This is bad. This is very, very bad. I have an essay and a painting due on Wednesday and a midterm on Thursday. I've got the essay under control, but the painting is probably only 60% done and I haven't even started studying for the midterm. Eek. Stress. But if I can get through this week then it's spring break, so at least there's a visible light at the end of the tunnel.
Cassie came over tonight and we watched TV, because TV is crack and I am addicted. An episode of Angel, American Idol, another episode of Angel, and then she went home and I watched Medium and then another episode of Angel. American Idol was as it always is... soul-sucking. I didn't plan to watch it this season, but alas, I've been owned once again. But I don't vote, because in my mind that's on an entirely separate plane from simply watching the show. It requires effort, for god's sake! Effort and emotional investment, which I am not possessed of. Thank god. Medium was okay. Next week looks better.
So, tomorrow: Central Market, paint paint paint, class/no class?, paint while watching American Idol, stop painting to focus attention fully on Veronica Mars!, paint paint paint, sleep. Sounds like a plan.
And now, to bed.
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