March 29, 2003 :: 8:03 p.m.
bored and broke in small town Pennsylvania
I never know how to start entries. I feel like I should say something in particular to kick them off, but I have no idea what that something would be. So let's just dive in, then.
It's Saturday, a care-free weekend day, and so I should be chipper and enthusiastically not being in class. Er, no. Instead, I am bored and poor and just generally in an unpleasant state of mind. Emily and Goth Boy (who I would really like to re-name Dirty Bastard Fucktard) are watching a movie, again, and it's so loud that not only can I hear it over the music that I am listening to through industrial-sized headphones, but I can also hear it in the bathroom and all the way down at the end of the hall. Again.
And speaking of the bathroom, I walked in this afternoon to change out of my fleece pants (since I don't even have enough privacy in my own bedroom to chance my freaking clothes) and found Emily and Goth Boy/Dirty Bastard Fucktard in there together. Apparently she thought it would be a jolly good time to have him do his business in an all-girls restroom facility. I slammed the stall door so hard that I'm very surprised that it didn't fall off its hinges, because bloody fucking hell. (I'm not british at all, but it suits the occasion.) He was like, "uh, I guess I'll be going now." And I was like, "uh, I guess you really should because if you're still in here when I'm done changing I'm going to castrate you with your fucking spiky Hot Topic dog collar and then choke you with your own severed testicles." Unfortunately that last part was all in my head, but it gave me a quiet satisfaction and an amusing mental image nonetheless.
This is how it's been all day, really. Adam and I got up around 11:30, after Emily and Goth Boy finished up their morning straddle and went on their disgustingly unwashed way. We played some more Zelda, which has become somewhat frustrating as we're stuck out in the ocean with no clue as to where we're supposed to be going. Showered, went to brunch, came back and played still more Zelda. Emily was around for a while, and then went out someplace. She came back armed with the more soul-suckingly intolerable half of the Dingy Duo, much to my extreme dismay. I'm pretty sure he knows I hate him from eyeballs to entrails (my sweet), because whenever he's around there's a very palpable sense of seething hatred clogging up the atmosphere. And if he's too witless to notice that, then my "if looks could kill your body would be consumed in flames and I'd be roasting marshmallows over it and throwing confetti around" stare should give it away.
There were two Buffy quotes/references in that paragraph. Cookies to whoever can pick them out.
Today has only sucked more than any other day because neither Adam nor I have any money, not even enough for gas to go home and beg for money. So we've been stuck here all day, bored out of our minds, more often than not surrounded by people who make us (me) want to pound our (my) head(s) into the cinderblock dorm walls until our (my) brain(s) dribble out of our (my) ears. Parenthesis added because while I can make assumptions about how Adam feels, I tend to err on the side of wrong.
The last part of that sentence sounds wrong to me, but I am feeling much too apathetic to figure out why. Blah.
The word "small" gets more and more weird looking the longer you stare at it, I think.
Anyway, I'm going to go for a walk; maybe it'll clear my head up. Doubtful, but worth a shot, I guess. And I could, of course, use the exercise.
back & forth
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