February 28, 2003 :: 12:39 p.m.
traveling at the speed of buffalo wings
I've never actually had buffalo wings, so I don't know how fast they go. But I have had vegetarian buffalo nuggets, and I'm going to have to say that they're pretty speedy.
Anyway... it's official. Sarah Michelle Gellar is packing up and leaving Buffy behind. I'm so sad. There's talk of a spin-off, but now that the Faith-centric one is definitely out, I'm not sure what they'd do. Not that it really matters - I'll watch. Oh, yes, I'll watch, and I'll probably like it, but my little heart will forever yearn for what it can never have - more Buffy. Le sigh. This is a very disheartening development.
Also, I'm pissed. Yeah, what's new? Emily didn't go to her 12 o' clock class so that she could suck face with Goth Boy, and now she's back from a rousing trip to The Underground with a styrofoam container full of fried food, all ready to make my room smell like the kitchen at McDonald's. Now Justin is here, hooking up a PlayStation for Emily. Because that's just what she needs, something to keep her in the room even more often than usual. Fucking hell. 8 days until break... 8 days until break.... this is my mantra, repeat as often as necessary. Meaning ever four fucking seconds, because I am just incredibly fed up with this situation. Setting up a tent in the snow is sounding more and more appealing every day. Pretty soon I'm going to bust out some of my seldom-used mojo to take care of things. Because really, fuck this. There is no reason I should have to be made so unbearably miserable by my living situation. It's ridiculous, and one form of self-flagellation that I'm just not willing to practice. So there.
Grr. Now I'm all irritated and shit. And my other packages still haven't arrived, which is very annoying. They were all purchased on Sunday, and only one has come yet. Stupid postal system. I should get a bazooka and get all disgruntled on their asses.
I have a quiz today in Global Pop that I completely forgot about until Adam reminded me this morning. To this I say: damn. I have to study for a bit soon, because I haven't even looked at the study guide yet. I don't know why I'm bothering, though, both because I hate that class with a seething fury and because the teacher and all of my classmates (with the exception of Adam, of course) are drooling morons. So yeah. I'll look it over, I guess, but I'm not going to stress over it.
It smells bad in here. Very, very bad. And Emily is getting ready to play video games for hours and hours, because she doesn't work today, so I'm not really too keen on being here. Yeah. Off to the lounge for me, then. Ciao.
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