March 17, 2002 :: 12:45 a.m.
went through the desert on a fish with no sex
*yawn* So sleepy. I've spent the evening downloading things. Yeah. That's it. How exciting. Songs that I downloaded tonight:
Hotel Yorba by The White Stripes
Dream Today by Joydrop
Believe by K's Choice
They-Say Vision by Res
Golden Boys by Res
The American by Tinstar
Waiting on Wild Horses by The Good Life
No Such Thing by John Mayer
Mother Tongue by Leah Andreone
Breakfast at Tiffany's by Deep Blue Something
After the Movies by Cursive
In My Arms (live on KCRW) by Rufus Wainwright
Rose That Needs Water by Rufus Wainwright
The Money Song by Rufus Wainwright
Across the Universe (live) by Rufus Wainwright, Sean Lennon, and Moby
That, my friends, is the product of a very bored lemon. Rrar. It doesn't bother me that I just stayed in all night, though. I'm not sure why. Usually it would. Maybe because I wasn't feeling very social today to begin with. And Mason's not here, so I got to watch Iron Chef (!) and fantasize about the pepper man. And Iron Chef Japanese. He's pretty hot, too.
Heh, speak of the devil - Iron Chef is on again. Woo. Too bad it's a rerun of the episode that was on earlier. The "unisex salmon" battle or some such thing. I have a bit of trouble wrapping my mind around the concept of a "unisex salmon." Hmm. I much prefer the non-meat battles, probably because the sight of someone slicing dead flesh into strips and grilling it with garlic makes me a little ill. I want to see the tofu battle. I missed that one, dammit. The chocolate and banana battle around Valentine's Day was nice. I enjoy bananas, and I really enjoy chocolate, so that was a delicious sight to behold.
Erg. Now I'm making myself want food and I can't have any. I've eaten my calorie limit for the day, and besides, I'm not at all hungry. I believe I'll just flip through some cookbooks before I go to bed and leave it at that.
You know, I really do have something to write about. I do. I've been thinking a lot about college lately, for obvious reasons, and I'd like to get into that if only to sort out my thoughts. However, at the moment my eyes are drooping lower than both the Hush Puppy dog and Scott Stapp's (lead singer of Creed), so I'm going to save that rant for another day and get some sleep. Huzzah. Goodnight.
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