April 18, 2002 :: 1:20 a.m.
attack of the killer slug
So. I was attacked by a slug tonight. Not so much an in your face, violent attack as a silent, stealth attack, but oh, an attack it was. What's with all these scary insects and insect-like creatures trying to kill me lately? Grr. Anyway, yeah, Adam and I were sitting in the peace garden tonight, just minding out own business, and I felt something on my foot. I took my sandal off and looked, but since there wasn't anything actually on my foot I just figured that I was crazy. When I went to put it back on I felt something slimy. I wasn't about to touch it again, being the complete wuss that I am, so Adam investigated the situation. Lo, there was a slug in my shoe. It had been there for a few minutes, too, I think. Ugh. Foul. If I was a heartless beast I would have smeared him across the pavement, but alas, I couldn't... so I just cursed his mother's name and we went back inside. Stupid slug.
But other than the slug incident, today was great. I drove up and we hung around in his room for a while, just talking and what not, and then we went to Mama's Pizza for dinner. Standard issue broccoli roll for me, pizza for Adam. He keeps telling me that the one guy who works there has a thing for me. Pish, I say. People do not develop crushes on me. It doesn't happen. Besides, I go in there what, once every other month? And always with Adam. It's kind of a flattering thing to think, but it's definitely not true. So ha, Chim Chim, you're wrong. *sticks tongue out* Nyah, nyah.
We went to see Panic Room, which was good. Kind of freaky. The part with the blue flames was cool as shit. If I had a room like that I'd install rows and rows of cubby holes, and keep all my junk food in there. Because one must keep safe that which one holds dear. You know.
*yawn* I'm tired, but I know that as soon as I get in bed I won't be anymore. I'll stay up until four, reading the book Adam loaned me, and then get up at 11 o' clock in the afternoon. Not such a bad plan, I guess, since the only thing I have to do tomorrow is go to Dick Blick and put in an application. I'd love to work there. I'd get a discount on art things, and Amanda could come ogle the hot Messiah boys all she wanted without looking like a creepy stalker. It'd work out well for all involved.
Well, good night all. I must go put my flowers in water. I'll be sure to update tomorrow and fill you in on the many fantastic adventures I'll have while applying at the art store. Woo.
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