April 29, 2003 :: 2:41 p.m.
I rather like vermin, thanks
Okay, this is seriously the worst living arrangement ever concocted by the twisted human mind. I would rather live in a construction site porta-potty with sixteen bats and a tarantula than live in this fucking cinderblock box with Emily. And you know, since I'm terrified of bats and spiders are just generally unpleasant, that's really saying something. ARGH.
In a matter of days, I get to leave here and bid this stiflingly high school-esque environment a final adieu. Included in that is the blessed departure of Emily from my life forever. Unless you are me, and perhaps not even then, you simply cannot grasp how happy this makes me. However, that time has not come yet. There are still days. Four of them. Two classes, two finals, a meeting with the Dean of Students. Lots of packing and carrying and trudging up and down the stairs to move boxes from my room to my car. It's almost over, but until it's really fucking over there is no relief to be had.
And I still have to apply to HACC and stuff. Joy and rapture abound in the land of me. Only not.
As I said earlier, Pearl Jam was awesome. They played two of the songs that Adam wanted to hear - Glorified G and Yellow Ledbetter. Ed also came out solo and played "You've Got To Hide Your Love Away" from the I Am Sam soundtrack. Lots of good things, obviously. Again, I wish we'd taken a camera. And also Adam's cell phone, as once the concert actually started it occurred to me that I could have called Amanda and made her pee herself.
I didn't get any souvenirs, because I couldn't bring myself to spend the money. The cheapest available item was a $12 pair of socks, followed by a $15 dog tag. A poster was $20, a t-shirt was $23. Granted, that's a decently priced tour t-shirt, but I've learned my lesson about purchasing shirts at concerts. I never wear them. Ever. I bought FOUR shirts when I went to see Tori, and I only wear one. About twice a year. I got a shirt at Nine Inch Nails - never wear it. I got two shirts at the last Pearl Jam concert, and how often to you think I bring them out of hibernation? If you guessed "once in 436 years," you are correct. So yeah, it has been my experience that concert t-shirts just aren't a sound investment for me. But Adam got a t-shirt and a poster, and I do so love his shirt. If I had broken down and purchased one, that would have been it. Alas. At least I can see him wear it, though. Next best thing. Probably THE best thing, actually, because I don't really like seeing myself wear anything. Not that I like seeing myself wear nothing, but clothes just look horrible on me. So does nakedness. I'm pretty sure it's the fat thing, where I have way too much of it.
I'm plodding along on the possibly dad's/probably Adam's hat, having 8 rows to go until I start decreasing as of this update. Exciting. I've made two mistakes thus far, but there's no way in hell I'm unraveling it far enough to fix them. If it turns out too horribly I'll just keep it for myself, I guess. I'll post pictures of recently knitted stuff at some point in the near future, whenever I get around to taking them. Righto.
Off to work on the hat and watch Angel. Speaking of - new Buffy tonight. It's the beginning of the end. There will be no words for my despair come May 20th.
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