April 24, 2003 :: 2:24 p.m.
perfume always signals the impending apocalypse
Still sick. Still sucks. Not much else to say about that.
I have come to realize, after spending the last few days at Adam's house, that as much as I violently abhor my living situation here at school with all the fury one small girl can muster, commuting would have been even less pleasant. We got up this morning BEFORE SIX to get ready. Do I even have to point out how horrible that is, especially in my current state of extreme foulness? I mean, I don't enjoy getting up early on a good day, but when I'm coughing and sucking snot into my nose every 0.4 seconds and barely have the energy to open the car door, well, any remaining wonderland tour aspects of the beautiful early morning hours are shot to hell.
But. Sleeping with Adam was, of course, extra nice. And we didn't have to reserve the TV to watch Angel. Which was just weird. Angel was being very mean, and I'm confused about exactly why. Usually he's a pretty good undead guy, but last night, no... is it because he punched Conner? Because dude, yes, he's your son, but it's not like he really likes you all that much. And he's in league with the enemy now, so no hard feelings. Stop being Mr. PissyPants, please. It's throwing my world all out of whack.
Emily is here. This makes me sad. This, however, does not make me sad. I could have done without the picture of turkey entrails, but hey.
Oh, for fuck's sake. She's getting all "dolled up," if you can call putting on an ugly fake velvet dress and six pounds of cheap perfume "dolled up." Do you know what that means? It means that Goth Boy is most likely on his way over, and THAT means that I am about to sink from my relatively neutral mood into one that reeks of hate and the desire to commit focused (not random) acts of heinous violence. This is just fucking WONDERFUL, kids. Watch as I become surly and bitter in a matter of seconds - no sponge or water required.
(I used to have a Barbie whose hair and makeup changed color when you used a little sponge to wipe cold or warm water - I don't remember which - onto them. I was younger then, and much more easily amused.)
I'm going to bed. I'm not going to sleep, but I plan to bundle up under the covers like a woman possessed and read my Buffy book until Adam comes to the rescue. Sound like a plan?
Later, then.
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