April 17, 2002 :: 12:36 p.m.
the heat is melting my brain
Hi. I'm bored, so of course I thought I'd write in my wonderful online diary. I have nothing much to say, really. I'm just bored. Sitting here, cursing the heat, waiting for Adam to call. I'm always waiting for Adam to call. I feel like one of those pathetic high school twits who begs out of plans with her friends to sit in her room and pine away, wondering if her crush will ever call. The only difference here is that I know he's going to call, I just don't know when. I feel like I should go out and do something, but there's nothing to do, because all of my friends are at school, with the exception of Joe, who is at work. Well, technically Adam doesn't have school today, but that matters very little because I probably won't get up there until around four anyway, which is the same time I'd get there if he did have school. Puh. Why am I sitting here, then?
Because I'm fucking pathetic, a la the aforementioned high schooler waiting by the phone. *sigh*
It's hot. It's going to be hot for the next few days, and then it's going to be in the 60's for a while. I like that. Sixties and seventies are good; eighties and nineties are not. If it were a perpetual 70 degrees out, I'd be happy. But it isn't, of course, so I'm just a sad, sweaty little girl. Someone spray me with a super-strength fire hose and put me out of my misery.
During The Horrid Bee Incident yesterday, I broke the Five For Fighting CD case. I thought I did, anyway. When I put it back together it was pretty cracked and mangled. I was just looking at it, though, and I realized that it wasn't really that messed up... I just put it together wrong. The back piece was upside down and backwards. *blinks* I'm such a smart kid. I should be going to Harvard, yo.
Note to self: Try to keep a lid on your bitchiness. (I'm going to see Adam now. Assumptions, assumptions, why must you always make a fool of me?)
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