March 05, 2002 :: 4:47 a.m.
no sleep for this sour citrus fruit
I had planned to get up at 8:30 this morning. However, I just arrived home and see no logic in going to bed if my alarm will ring furiously in three and a half hours. So... I think I'm just going to stay up. I'm not all that tired and I'm sure I can find something with which to amuse myself. I could do laundry, for example. I probably won't, but I could.
Ooh! Speaking of laundry, Adam and I went to Sal's and I got the best thing ever: a bright orange prison jumpsuit. I don't know if it's actually a prison jumpsuit or what, but it looks like one, and it's great. I love it. I also got some fun shirts, but that's a given.
Amanda, Pat, Adam, and I are hanging out this afternoon (since it is officially Tuesday, I can say "this afternoon" instead of "tomorrow"), which should be a fun time. I have no idea what we're doing, but I hope it's nothing that requires money. I am b.r.o.k.e with a capital B. I spent all my money on gas and a stir-fry and a prison jumpsuit. Dammit. That reminds me, though, that I must call Borders later. I will stalk them until they give me a job or slap me with a restraining order, whichever comes first.
Hello, 5 a.m., it's so nice to see you. Perhaps I'll go out in an hour or so and watch the sunrise. I think they're prettier than sunsets, but I never get to see them because my lazy ass doesn't get out of bed until noon unless vast amounts of chocolate/money/sex are part of the deal. The sex is why I'm up right now, actually. I'm going over to Adam's (which is where I just returned from) after his mother goes to work. No mom = empty house. Empty house = lots of sex. Lots of sex = happy Amanda. Happy Amanda = no grouchiness and a good time for all involved. So yes. I'm looking forward to that.
Soon my family will wake up and the house won't be quiet any longer. My dad will turn the radio on, probably to some news show. The announcer will have a nasal voice that hurts my brain. My mom will make coffee. Percolate, percolate. Mason will crash through his bedroom door and stumble into the bathroom. He spends more time doing his hair than I do. *sigh* I love my family, but god, I can't wait to live without them. They make so much noise. Mason has the most raucous voice. It's loud and brash and it never stops. My mom and dad constantly have something on - the news or some random CD. It's like they can't handle silence. I don't get that because I love it. It's quiet now. The humming of the heater and the computer, the clicking of keys, the crunch of Tango eating dry food. It's still and calm and it puts me at ease. Noise is so disruptive. And that's what they're so fond of - noise. It's background sound, filler, a distraction. Me no like.
Argh, I'm getting sleepy. I'm going to wash my face and things. Maybe that'll wake me up.
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