March 02, 2002 :: 10:27 p.m.
no one to talk to, no one to see...
Very bored. Having Yoda around has done nothing to lift my spirits. He's cute in an endearingly odd way, but not much of a conversationalist. Not that I'm one to comment on the conversational skills of others; I'm not much in the talking department myself. But Yoda, man, he's just dead silent. No ear twitches or anything. Joe called earlier to read me some weird story he's working, which was all fine and good but still lacking in terms of actual discussion. He read, I went "mm hmm" and "yeah" until his friend Amber showed up, at which point I ended the call. I called Amanda this afternoon to inquire about our pseudo-plans, but she wasn't home, and she never called back, so you know what? Fuck that. Adam was supposed to call me when he got back from Baltimore. I assume he's home, but I haven't heard from him. Of course. And seeing as how it's 10:30 and all, I doubt that I will. Not that I'm really surprised.
So that's that. And since I only have three friends, none of whom have had the time or the desire to associate with me tonight, I've been reading. I'm nearly done with Kangaroo Notebook by Kobe Abe. I started it, oh, three hours ago. Good book. Very strange. I'd rather have had some human contact, though.
Yeah... I'm irked. Quite. More so than I should be, most likely, because that's how I tend to go about things. I sulk. I stew. I get very grouchy and irritable. But then, that's obvious, because this entry has been none too happy.
Somehow I had imagined that this week (I'm considering Friday the beginning of "this week") would be more cheerful. No such luck, I suppose.
Grrr.
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