April 12, 2002 :: 12:03 p.m.
I've lost my W2. (I shouldn't have worn it cleaning.)
I took me three and a half hours to fall asleep last night. I went to bed at 2 and ended up laying there, my mind chattering away, until 5:30. I briefly considered just getting up and forgetting about sleep, but after a few minutes of thinking about that I guess I drifted off. I woke up around 11 to an empty house, so I came in here and started listening to some mp3s that I downloaded last night. Too bad my dad came home. Fun spoiler. I'm weird about listening to music when other people can hear it, so now I'm sitting here in silence. Woo!
I have to call Friendly's today and see if they have a copy of my W2. Because I lost mine. I think I may have thrown them away while cleaning my room, because I knew exactly where they were before but can't find them to save my life now. It's no good. I asked my mom what I should do, and she replied with a really helpful, "Well I don't know what to tell you." Thanks, mom. I'll cherish that advice for the rest of my days. But hopefully Friendly's will be able to supply me with a copy, because otherwise I think the IRS (or more specifically, the state and local tax people) may come after me and throw me in jail. Or something to that effect.
Which, you know, I really don't need right now.
I also have to fill out my housing form for LVC... huzzah. I wonder if they'd take me seriously if I scrawled "ME PSYCHO. NEED SINGLE ROOM. WILL KILL." across the too. You think? Somehow I doubt it. This housing form is supposed to make an attempt to "match me up" with someone with similar interests or what have you. In theory, this works. In all reality, I know that I'm not going to like whoever my roommate is, because for one thing I generally don't like people who are very similar to me (in musical tastes, personality, etc), and for another, I just don't like people. That's all. If I don't know you, rest assured that I probably don't want to. It's amazing that I have any friends at all, really, and especially a boyfriend, but I figure that if I'm supposed to meet someone, I will. The fates will force them upon me whether I like it or not. So unless the Goddess decides to ease my constant torment by putting me in a cinderblock room with someone who is actually tolerable, nay, likeable, then by the third day I may have to seek out an abandoned closet or basement corner and start living there.
So it goes. I'm hungry. I'm going to eat breakfast, which feels kind of strange since it's noon, but I'd feel even stranger eating lunch when I just woke up. So good old oatmeal and raisins it'll be. Yum.
edited 12:32 p.m. I decided to have a peanut butter sandwich instead. Mmm. I love peanut butter way too much, but only if it's the crunchy variety.
I got a Google hit off of "advantage of hairy girl." I was the second site listed. I'm not sure exactly what to think of that.
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