February 28, 2002 :: 6:27 p.m.
a sucktastic entry about nothing
*sigh* I don't know what I'm going to do with myself. Amanda and I had a fun time, as usual. We watched the Grammys and made vegetarian egg rolls and stayed up until 3 a.m. talking about Lord Zard-Nar and the Head Brain and DuPanda and various other random things that have become indispensable inside jokes. We ate cupcakes and played with the
If... book and Amanda did a "shake that ass" dance for me when Outkast came on TV. All in all, a good night.
And so one would assume that I, after having a fun-filled sleepover with one of my best friends, would be in a cheery mood. Bursting with sunshine, or something like that. But alas, I am not. I feel foul and sick, because we went to pick up her brother and I didn't drive. When I ride in a car as a passenger, I get incredibly carsick and I want to die. So that's nice. I'm also still in my weird, depressive funk from the other day. I don't know what my deal is, honestly, but it needs to stop. I'm beginning to aggravate myself more than I ever imagined possible.
This entry is sucks. Sucks like an angry octopus, even. Maybe later I'll have something more interesting to say.
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