February 23, 2002 :: 1:28 p.m.
lube that baby up before you start
I feel like being crafty and artistic and making something. Unfortunately I have no ideas about what to make, and even if I did, all of my "craft supplies" are in a box in the closet. Which means that getting to them would impossible. Blah. I really must clean my room.
I woke up at an ungodly hour this morning: 9:30. Now, this wouldn't be so bad if I had a reason to get up that early. But I did not. No. I went to bed at 3:30 in the morning. My alarm was not set. I expected to sleep until noon, but alas, the early riser demon that has inhabited my body decided to have some fun. Damn him. I couldn't even go back to sleep. I wasn't tired. I wish someone was home - friend-wise, I mean - because it's a gorgeous day out and I really don't want to spend it cooped up inside. Which is probably what I'll do. Granted, I could make an effort and call the two friends that I have (not counting Adam, of course, since he's at school), but I'm reluctant to. I haven't seen Joe in over a week, so logically I should want to hang out with him, but I really don't. Same deal with Amanda, although not to such a degree. I'm being horribly annoyed by everyone for no reason at all. Probably because what I'd like to do isn't possible, and so everything else seems very unappealing. I'm stubborn and pouty like that. Blah.
I get the feeling that I'm not making much sense. I'm just kind of blathering on about whatever comes to mind. *shrugs* So it goes.
I kind of want to go for a drive but I'm thinking that would be a bad idea. I don't want to waste precious gas (and it is quite precious when you have no money). Oh, wait. Mason just called and asked to be picked up. I told my dad I'd go get him, because I really don't have anything else to do. So that should be fun. No, actually, Mason is a beast most of the time and I do not enjoy his company.
Sucks to be me.
Heh. The other day I found a bottle of body wash under his desk. It's usually in the shower, so he obviously used it for something. In his room. I haven't inquired as to what, but I'm sure I can make a pretty accurate guess. *shudders* I do not need these sorts of thoughts corrupting my delicate, virgin mind.
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