March 15, 2003 :: 12:41 p.m.
impending dogness and a mysterious blue cheese smell
Ack. I have to go take a shower soon, because I haven't yet and I have cat hair all over my sweatshirt and I'm all itchy. But I didn't get a chance to update yesterday, so I thought I should. Because I love my diary, oh yes I do, and I feel bad if I let it sit, unloved, for more than a day or so. The time limit for that used to be a few hours, but I've since discovered that I just don't have that much to say. So a day it is, then.
Adam slept over last night, which is happy fun. My bed is considerably less comfortable than his, though - even less comfortable than my bed at school. That's just sad. Also, my pillows have all the softness of two flat rocks. I really need new pillows. We got up at 11-ish, and went to visit a prospective dog. His name is Good Buddy (we've just been calling him Buddy), and he is FREAKING ADORABLE. He's a black lab/golden retriever, so he basically just looks like a black golden retriever. He has the sweetest face... my mom liked him a lot, as did I (obviously), so he's coming for a trial visit this evening. I'm excited. I'm also very nervous about the kitties, who will surely run like the wind to the nearest cramped hiding spot as soon as we bring the dog inside. Except for Rufus, of course. We may actually have to protect the dog from him. But... dog! Here! Aww!
I have to be back at school tomorrow, and I have yet to do anything at all in terms of homework. I haven't even decided on a topic for my paper yet. Everything is due on Tuesday, and I would seriously put money on this scenario coming to pass: I will procrastinate until Monday night at 10 p.m., and then I will not sleep at all because I have to write two papers and draw some crappy thing with my horrendously not-black india ink by 8 a.m. on Tuesday morning. Of course, if I were in any way motivated to do my work, or even just to avoid what will surely be a very unpleasant evening, I would take my shower and then hop to it like an eager little college bunny. But I won't, of course, because apparently I'm a glutton for punishment. Blah.
I don't want to go back. If I had any money at all, I'd "run away." Quotes included because at this point in my life - at any point in my life, actually, since I got a car - it would not be running away. It would be leaving. And it would be much better than going back to LVC, even if I ended up selling little baggies of oregano to stupid hippies out of the trunk of my car and washing my hair in truck stop bathrooms. I'd have to kidnap Adam and take him with me, of course. Because what the hell kind of trip would it be by myself? Yeah. But unfortunately I do not have any money. None at all. Monday is Adam and I's 2-years-and-4-months day thing, and I don't even have a card. Because I cannot afford a card. I am beyond sad.
Well... I should go shower and stuff, because it's getting into the afternoon and I'm going to start feeling gross and dirty if I don't do that soon. I think I'm going to make pizza for lunch, because I bought the stuff to make it and I don't just want to let it sit in the fridge for all eternity. I also have to do my taxes at some point, because I want my several hundred dollar refund check as soon as is humanly possible.
Ew. Something smells weird down here. Like blue cheese. I must escape the terrible cheese stench now. I'll update later with news of Buddy's visit.
Ciao.
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