March 04, 2005 :: 12:57 a.m.
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First off, I would like to thank the two awesome people who signed up to help me get an iPod -
Vivid Dreamer and someone whose email address I don't recognize. So if you're that person, email me or something, okay? You two rock and I will give you my firstborn child if you want it.
Otherwise, I have nothing but very random things to say tonight. I made horrible chocolate chip muffins that made me feel sick. It was a combination of atrocious store brand chocolate chips and a muffin recipe that wasn't tasty enough to overcome them. Alas. I need to quit baking when I'm the only one here anyway. It really makes no sense that my reaction to feeling fat and gross is to bake 3 dozen cookies. I mean, wtf? So logical, I am.
I'm filled with the urge to craft right now. It's interesting. Unfortunately my perpetual ennui is keeping me glued to this chair, so no crafting has actually been done. Well, yesterday I did add panels to a pair of too-small jeans. It was my first try at such a thing, and somehow my measurements got screwed up and they ended up being so big that they fell off. So sad. I eventually got them to a wearable size, although they're still a little baggy. Maybe I'll fix that tonight. Or maybe not. Who knows? What I do know is that I have a lot of more pressing things to do than craft, but for some reason importance is never really a motivating factor for me. Like, I really, really, REALLY need to write this essay, but I just... ugh. It's like I can't even begin to wrap my mind around it, can't even start to form an idea - not because it's really difficult, but because for whatever reason my brain is not currently open for academic business. Or art business, actually. I have some drawing/painting to do and I can't seem to make myself start that either. Gah.
And tomorrow is the last official day of spring break (weekends so do not count, no matter what they try to tell you), and it's very disheartening to realize that I did absolutely nothing. I'm not even talking about school stuff, either - I did nothing fun with my spring break, one day with Cassie and Justin aside. That is so fucking sad. I am really a pathetic excuse for a 21-year old college student.
I ran into Emily at the grocery store today, and she invited me to a disco-themed birthday party on the 20th. I'm tempted to go, but also a little wary. I don't even know who's going, or who I'll know, or... man, I suck. I should just go. I'll probably have fun. Emily is awesome; she's someone that I'd really like to hang out with and get to know, but due to my awkward social skills and general distance from seemingly everyone that's never happened. So I should go. Actually, I probably will, provided that Deb and Cassie and Justin are going. And it's a Sunday, so I can drag Adam along.
Oh man, we are going to be so awkward. Hilarious.
Adam and I might drive down to visit his sister and co. in Maryland this Sunday, which would be good times. We'll have to be back in time for bowling, though. It's become a regular Sunday night event, which I love. I remember having movie night with Joe way back in the day, and I loved it then, too. Despite my procrastination and complete lack of organizational skills, I'm a very schedule-oriented person - I like knowing what's happening when, and being able to count on it. It's a side effect of the anal-retentiveness. So regular Sunday bowling is awesome. I use a chartreuse ball and was christened Tofu Nugget by Cassie. And sometimes I don't completely suck! Good times.
On the way to the bowling alley, there's a vet clinic with a dog and brontosaurus on their sign. Okay, so the brontosaurus is actually a cat, but it totally looks like a brontosaurus. It's awesome.
I'm listening to a CD right now that Adam will love, and the thought of sharing it with him makes me really happy. How sappy.
I hate it when things rhyme like that.
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when everything is bad - March 16, 2005
of fruits and menstruation - March 15, 2005