March 11, 2004 :: 11:16 p.m.
episode #1,140, in which Ikea rocks my world
Ah, Diary. It seems like you and I only have trivial little chats these days. It's a combination of things, I think - big stress, lack of an actual interesting life about which to write, endless distractions, waning interest. It's all my fault, though, Diary. Don't think it's you. I still love you just the same as I always have. I think I might gussy you up with a nice new layout sometime soon, actually, just to shake things up a bit. Variety is the spice of life and all that.
Adam and I took of for Maryland today to visit his sister Meghan. It was an absolutely gorgeous day, all bright sun and warm breezes - perfect for a drive. We went to lunch at Olive Garden, and then they took me to Ikea. I've never been to an Ikea before. I'd seem various things that came from Ikea, and I'd seen catalogues, sure - but dude? This place was fucking CRAZY. It was gigantic, to begin with, and filled to the brim with cute, brightly-colored things that made my little heart go all a-flutter. Seriously, I was in heaven. When I have a place of my own, everything is coming from Ikea. We're talking complete floor-to-ceiling Ikea decor.
I realize that everyone in the known universe has experienced the joys of Ikea already, and as such I must seem utterly deprived and backwards. Well, what can I say? Central PA, though it is home to this fair state's capital, does not boast an Ikea. I suspect this is because one Ikea store is actually larger than the entire city of Harrisburg.
Anyway, it was good times. Adam bought an inflatable hedgehog pillow thing, but apparently the inflatable insert was sold separately because when we opened it up tonight all we got was the hedgehog slipcover. Huge disappointment. Hopefully Meghan will be sending one of said inflatable inserts up sometime soon, because the hedgehog is really very fun and I want to see it all blowed up. He also bought me a really fun red messenger bag, despite my very vocal protests. My corduroy messenger bag is quite literally hanging on by a thread, though, so it was appreciated. Now I need to order a blue "Fuck Bush" pin from mushycat, because the one I have is red, and a red pin on a red bag is just... wrong. Like I really need an excuse to own another "Fuck Bush" pin. The more the merrier, I say.
We hung out for a little while after we got back, and then he brought me home and took off for some school reading and bed rest. He's not been feeling so well lately; everyone should send him Get Well Vibes. I talked to Joe earlier about maybe going over there to watch some Angel - he said he'd call me after they got back from the grocery store, but he never did. Of course. I called and left a message, but that's gone unanswered as well. Gah. Joe is really the biggest flake ever. Either that or he's actively ignoring me, which I would certainly not appreciate but unfortunately would not entirely discount. Either way, I've been cooped up at home since 8:30-ish, attempting to work on a drawing but getting nowhere and amusing myself with message boards and blogs instead.
And now I'm going to go search through an enormous, completely disorganized stack of old negatives while watching Angel and enjoying the comforting embrace of my pom-pom (read: papasan) chair. Oh, and there will be a chocolate Tootsie Pop involved as well. Should be a decent time, really.
Adieu.
edited 1:09 a.m. I keep all of my old photos and negatives from high school in a box. This box is in another, larger box, which also holds other art-related things and which is currently located under my TV table. I've gone through the damn photo box about six times, and I cannot find the negatives I was looking for. None of them. I have no idea where else they might be, if they're even still in my possession. I have this sinking feeling that I may have thrown them away during the locker cleaning binge of 2001, shortly before graduation. Eep. I am thoroughly disappointed.
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