March 23, 2003 :: 8:19 p.m.
sometimes it tastes so bitter...
You know, I don't listen to this album often enough. It really is superb. Someone needs to sign Poe ASAP so that she can make a new album and fill my little heart with musical orgasms.
Adam is doing his Up A Tree thing right now, so I thought I'd update. Nothing of huge interest happened today, as predicted. We went to Mama's for dinner, and have been putzing around here ever since. His room is filled with the stench of two hygiene-deficient men (read: lots of stink and semen) and mine is, of course, filled with Emily, so it's been a bit of a hassle finding things to do and places to be. We studied for Global Pop for a bit, but that's about the extent of my personal productivity for the day. So sad.
My school's supposed T1 line is being ungodly slow, I can't do the tarot reading that I wanted to do tonight because I'm not comfortable doing it with Emily in the room, and I am craving potato chips in a horrible way because my period is going to be starting very shortly. I have shiny new zits popping up all over the place, thanks to the approaching period monster, and I am feeling very much like a beached whale (read: fat and uncomfortable). I cannot learn to knit from this how-to book, no matter how hard I try, because the diagrams look like alien hands playing with pipe cleaners. Or possibly intestines. I feel very stupid because of this, and also because I'm dropping 2-D Design and will only have three classes for the remainder of the semester. I hate it here, but I'm still cursed with a nagging sense of academic responsibility and the need to be perceived as an intelligent individual, so while dropping the class will do a great deal to preserve my sanity, the decision is inflicting quite a bit of damage upon my pride. I'm boring and no fun to be around, I think, which is why I have no friends. I feel bad that Adam has to spend so much time with me because I am obviously a giant energy-suck, and suspect that I make him miserable a good deal of the time. I hate just about everyone I lay eyes on, but I hate myself even more. I'm very tired of life and all of its trappings, and I really would like to just go to sleep until I die.
So that's what's been going on in my head this evening. It's pretty bleak in there, I guess. I've taken to formatting all of the tarot spreads I have typed up so that they look alike, and making little card-arrangement diagrams in Photoshop to stick into the Word documents. I'm a giant dork and it's a very sad way to occupy myself, but such is life.
Oh, hey. I have to go re-bury my ball of yarn. I completely forgot about that until just now, so I'm going to scurry out into the night with my borrowed mini-shovel and take care of it. The ball was improperly buried the first time because the only digging implement I had on hand was a spoon, and if anyone out there wants to try digging a hole with a spoon in broad daylight in front of an entire dormitory full of people whose blinds are open to let in the sunlight, well... you get the picture. So I'm off to do that, then.
Cheers.
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