April 02, 2003 :: 10:15 p.m.
my alter ego made me do it
Ahem. So how was the weather today, Amanda? It's a constant topic in this here online diary, after all.Oh, it was gorgeous. Seriously freaking gorgeous. 75-ish, with a nice breeze and lots of sun. A few degrees cooler and it would have been the most perfect day ever. You know, aside from all the extra morons who come out from under their rocks when the weather turns pleasant. They were out in full force today, unfortunately.
And how were your classes? Learn anything new and/or interesting?
Pfft. Stupid question. I sat in Visual Arts and drew a picture for Amanda, and Global Pop was spent writing things like "anal penetration by Smurfs is fun" in my notebook. There was the holy sheep's grail, also. And dancing sheep. I'm having a serious fascination with sheep today. They're just so fluffy and cute. Nearly as cute as baby cows, even. And there are very few (non-small-asian-child) things that are as cute as baby cows, you know.
Pittari asked me if I've heard back from PSA&D yet. I was too ashamed to tell him that I haven't even applied yet, for lack of portfolio. I'm having, like, seventh thoughts about all this. I don't really know what to do.
Oh, how sad. Maybe you could just go on a horrific killing spree and then run away to Mexico or Canada with Adam for a life of luxury and excitement funded by the money you stole from the poor bastards who met with your wrath.
Hrm. Yeah, I could go for that. Thanks.
No problem at all. So how's your scarf coming?
It's coming along pretty well, actually. I have one red stripe done, and I'm working on the first yellow one right now. I only made one little mistake so far, and it's not really very noticeable. I have come to realize that it's going to take forever to finish, though. It may be cold again before I get to wear it.
Well, ce la vie. Or something french like that. Why don't you tell everyone why this entry is formatted like this? Do you enjoy pretending to be two separate entities who occasionally sit down and chat about life?
I've been known to indulge multiple personality fantasies, yes. But that's not the case here. I just couldn't decide what to write about, so I thought it would be helpful to have some third party assistance. Even if the third party is really the first party in the midst of a strong delusion.
So now I'm done with it, because I have a scarf-in-progress on my lap and it's calling to me. Listen to its sad, unfinished cries for attention. It's heartbreaking, really.
Angel was awesome tonight, as usual. Conner is such a misinformed young man. And Darla is much less annoying than I remember. Next Wednesday cannot come soon enough.
Ew. Goth Boy is on his way over. Someone better take these knitting needles away from me before he gets here. I make no promises as to what will happen unless a more tolerant and less blood-lusty person intervenes immediately.
No takes? Oh, too bad. A needle to the eye it is, then. Sweet carnage, you bring me such delights.
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