March 23, 2003 :: 12:57 p.m.
nothing to discuss but my drunken roommate
I opened this little box about half an hour ago, and I haven't been able to think of anything to write in it since. Until now, of course, but I don't think this really counts because I'm writing about having nothing to write about. Sundays aren't exactly conducive to entry-writing, I think, because not much happens. Adam and I slept in until 11:30 or so, went to brunch, and now he's upstairs doing some homework and I'm sitting here, being bored. I tried to call Joe twice, but it was busy both times. I'll try again as soon as I finish this, which will probably be very shortly as I can already tell that it's going to be boring and pointless. My apologies to anyone whose hopes of an entertaining read were just crushed like ants.
Emily went out last night, and came stumbling back in two and a half hours later in an extreme state of drunkenness. Now, I'm sure I've said this before, but I hate alcohol. I have many reasons to, and I make no excuses or apologies for it. It's just something that one must accept about me, because it's not going to chance. And one of the things that I hate most about it is that it makes people even more fucking stupid than they are when they're sober, and quite frankly I fail to see how this is enjoyable or at all necessary. Also, it's hard for me to believe that the vast majority of people, especially college-aged individuals, can be made less intelligent without their brain imploding and dying a horrible death. Because hey, they're morons to begin with. Especially my roomie, as we have established. So when she came crashing into the room at 1:30 this morning, reeking of beer and babbling like an alcoholic hick with a lisp, I could just roll my eyes and curl up into Adam, who is smart and wonderful and does not drink. But at least it got her out for a while, right? That is what I wanted, after all.
Hrm. I think I'm going to take some chocolate and Adam's cell phone (which I had to borrow because my own phone shuts off every time you press 1) and go sit in the lounge. Hopefully Joe will be home, because I want to speak with him about some things. And I was supposed to call him yesterday, but I never did. Well, I tried, actually, but it was busy. As usual. He's a popular kid, I guess.
Anyway... I'll write later, hopefully with something far more interesting to say. Adieu.
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