March 01, 2002 :: 12:26 p.m.
the flight of the intergalactic breakfast foods
I have to do laundry soon. I am not looking forward to it. Well, no, I don't mind doing laundry, I just abhor folding laundry. It's the most tedious, mundane task... as such, I usually just throw all of my laundry into a heap in front of my closet door, unfolded. Because you know, they put themselves away. Heh. I wish. My room would be spotless if that were the case.
Blah. I had a very normal, boring dream last night. I was having dinner at Adam's dad's house... and that was it. I dreamed about doing something that I've done umpteen times. I'm a bit bothered by this, because I look forward to dreaming. They're usually bizarre and provide much amusing analysis upon waking. This, however, does not. Eating dinner at my boyfriend's father's house just can't compare to romping around a strange city with a guy who is actually a large purple cat. Harumph.
It's deceptively sunny out. I've heard rumors of possible snow tomorrow, and if that's true then it has no right to be so nice out today. Do not fuck with me like this. Be consistent or I will kill you.
It seems that I'm lacking things to say. This is no good... hmm. I finished Naked last night. Very good book. I think I like Me Talk Pretty One Day better, though. Not sure why. I have nothing to read now, which kind of blows. I want to re-read The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, dammit! It needs to be somewhere other than my closet so that I can get to it without risking my life or the loss of either/both of my legs. Yes, yes, I know - if I'd just get off my ass and clean my room, I wouldn't have this problem. Ah, but you see, that would require motivation and effort that is beyond my grasp at the moment. Cleaning my room seems the insurmountable task of the century, and I assure you that it cannot be conquered in a mere day or two. I mean, we're talking something along the lines of extinguishing every single flame in hell here. It's just not an easy thing to do.
I want to take a road trip. I never have. I doubt my car or any of my friendships would survive it, but I still want to. My car is temperamental on the best of days, and I'm not sure I trust it anymore. I hate to say that about the little roller skate, but it's true. I think it needs a check-up. As for my friends... well... that would be an interesting thing, indeed. I'm quite easily annoyed. By everyone. I think perhaps the only person that I could go on a road trip with and not end up hating would be Adam. Amanda and Joe play on my nerves too easily, and since I only have three friends, well, that's that. Meh. Maybe a road trip isn't such a great idea. Or maybe I'd just have to go alone, in which case I probably wouldn't, because I'm incredibly paranoid and afraid of the dark and going alone wouldn't be any fun.
Oooh! April Fools is on the radio! My baby Rufus is singing to me, trying to make me happy. Yay.
Anyway. Must think about summer plans, if any. Must do laundry. Must contemplate the meaning of life... er... I mean, the effect that flinging pancakes through an open door would have on the speed of Earth's orbit. Cheers.
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