April 06, 2003 :: 7:31 p.m.
Diary, meet Horizontal Rule
Home again, home again. Joy. When I first came back to the room, the door was locked. But Emily and Goth Boy were here, all half fucking naked and making no effort at all to conceal themselves when I opened the door. Which I could do because I actually carry my keys with me most of the time. As such, I have no idea why she locks the door when she's here. It's not like I can't get in. I really feel like grabbing her smooshed, gremlin-like face and having the following conversation:
Me: *dangling keys in front of her* You stupid fucking bitch, are your three brain cells working hard enough to recognize these? They're called KEYS. They let you pass through locked doors with ease, thereby making it completely pointless to lock the door when you are inside the room. I can get in. If I were a dim and drooling escapee from a hospital for special needs children like you, I may have some problems, but unfortunately for you I am not. So knock it the fuck off before I start locking you out when you go to take a shower, you brainless tragedy of a human being.
Emily: Oh yeah? Wel--!
That last part would occur when I proceed to slap her into next Thursday and then laugh at her bruises. Oh, the sadistic pleasure.
So it's Daylight Savings Time now. I'm wondering what sort of influence it has on my pill-taking schedule. I normally take it at 7:30, but now that 7:30 is really 6:30 do I take it at 8:30 (which is really 7:30) instead? I'm very confused. I haven't taken it yet. I think I'll just wait until 8:00 and then actually decide on a time tomorrow.
I hate Daylight Savings Time, by the way. I am firmly against anything that causes me to lose a precious hour of sleep.
Dog-sitting was lots of fun, as predicted. Buddy is such a cool dog. Seriously, he rocks. He's gotten much better at walking on a leash, so taking him out is more of a pleasure than a very painful chore now. He slept next to the bed all night, with his head against my arm. It was too freaking cute; I wish I could keep him at school with me. Although, you know, I'd be tempted to train him to mail Emily on sight, so maybe it's best that I can't. Adam and I spent most of the time playing Zelda and just hanging out. I made some progress on my Gryffindor scarf, too - I'm in the middle of stripe #7 (of 21) right now. We made black bean burritos and cajun rice for dinner, which was heavenly delicious. I would very much like to eat only those burritos for the rest of my life, please. If I had a toaster oven at school I'd make them in bulk and bring them with me, but alas. Burritos re-heated only in the microwave = soggy badness. We had the leftovers for lunch this afternoon and then made some nummy cornbread as a knitting and Zelda-playing snack.
I feel very bad for my dog. The cats are so mean to him, and he doesn't even instigate it. Giles doesn't mind being around him when he's downstairs, but as soon as the dog sets foot upstairs he'll spring into action as Giles, Protector of All Felines and hiss and scratch and puff up like one of those rainbow-striped feather dusters things. And Buddy gets scared, too, so he ends up cowering in the corner until I forcibly remove Tango from the steps to clear his path. Apparently the cats think that the second and third floors are their domain, so the dog is not allowed to trespass. But sometimes they even mess with him when they go downstairs, which is somewhat rude and hypocritical, I think. And he's really powerless to protect himself, because he obviously doesn't want to hurt them. Poor doggy.
I'm doing this horizontal rule separator thing because I have come to realize that my entries are sometimes very disjointed. I figure that sectioning off all the different tangents would make it... flow better? Well, no, not really. It's more like ending one flow and then starting another in order to avoid any unpleasant intermingling. So... yes. Horizontal rules are my friend.
I bought some Bubble Yum cotton candy gum tonight, because I love me some toothache-inducingly sweetness. It's blue. Why? It used to be blue and pink, if I recall correctly, but now the pink has miraculously disappeared. Or maybe the blue and pink was Bubblicious?
Here is yet another example of well known foodstuffs changing right under my nose. I'm disgustingly unobservant. It's very annoying.
Either way, entirely blue cotton candy bubblegum is weird. When I think of cotton candy, I think of pink, not blue. But it's still yummy, so I'll try not to hold a grudge.
Heh. "Lubricious" is the funniest word EVER. That's all I can say about that.
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