March 04, 2003 :: 2:31 p.m.
the melancholy antics of The Sog
Good christ. I never thought I'd say this, but... I'd rather be in 2-D Design. As I stated last night, I am not attending that godforsaken class today, because I hate it and I don't want to. But now I'm stuck in my room, listening to Emily and Goth Boy giggle and grope each other. Yeah, I can HEAR the groping. It's just so wrong on so many levels.
But I digress. I'm not going to say another word about my annoying as fuck roommate for the duration of this entry, because that's all I talk about anymore and it's boring. And irritating. And the more I dwell on how I can feel the hate that I have for her singing through every vein in my body, the longer it will take me to get back into a decent mood. So. Let's digress.
It's warmer out today - 35 degrees instead of 14. Warmer, but still not warm enough. I'm beginning to think that this winter will never, ever end. For real. Spring Equinox will come, but the temperatures won't rise. My birthday, right smack in the middle of summer, will come and go before my little WeatherBug display broaches 50 digress. And then it'll be winter again, and it'll just get colder and colder until we all freeze and die. Seriously. Grab your parkas, people! It's the Ice Age again.
I have a bunch of stuff I should be doing this afternoon, while I'm NOT in 2-D Design, but as mind-bendingly disgusting as it is to be in this room right now, I'm not doing them. Because I'm lazy and bad. I have a Global Pop paper to write for Friday, my 2-D Design project to finish (as it is now late), and a paper for English to start. It's not due until after break, but I'm like to do as few school-related things as possible while I'm at home, so I'm going to try to get it done before then. Blah. I don't even know what I'm writing about yet. I have to pick a hot topic of debate in my major and write about what kind of argument would best suit it. I'm doing something related to art, because technically I don't have a major here anymore. No Digicom for me.
Okay, so I know I said I wasn't going to talk about Emily anymore, but fucking hell. This girl has the most annoying laugh in the entire universe. And Goth Boy just, like, carried her out the door. She was all hanging from his neck, legs around his waist. Maybe they're going to go procreate in the cleaning supplies closet? Gross. I'm really tempted to leave and lock the door, because I'm a bitch and I hate her, but unfortunately I haven't anywhere to go at the moment. Gah.
I'm looking at cookbooks on Amazon.com. It's very entertaining, but a little sad because I can't afford any of them right now. Well, I can, but not if I want to take Adam to dinner on Friday night. Which I do. So, alas. My strange fetish will just have to remain unsated for a while.
Anyway... I'm going to go amuse myself somehow until Adam gets back from class. Cheers.
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