May 01, 2003 :: 8:27 p.m.
I already knew how to spell smorgasbord
So I'm torn between wanting potato chips and being completely disgusted with myself for wanting them when I've been sustaining myself with spoonfuls of peanut butter and the occasional dinner out. Also, the fat thing. Too much. And potato chips don't generally help with the losing of it.
It's a rather unpleasant situation.
I also want to run out and buy things, like books and CDs and headphones (mine went kaput) and yarn. I sold back most of my books this afternoon, which netted me $48.75. It's pocket change compared to what I shelled out for the stupid things, but fifty bucks is fifty bucks, you know? And when you're as lacking as I am, any money at all is better than the alternative. I think I'm going to put some or most of it in my checking account so that I can order yarn online. Because the nearest yarn store is in York or possible Chambersburg, neither of which are viable destinations at the moment. I mean, they could be, but I'd feel bad dragging Adam all the way to York just to shop for yarn. So online ordering it is - I want stuff to make a bag for my mom, and maybe this cute little baby jacket and hat for Meghan. Well, not FOR her. For her baby. Which is still in fetus stage, not even far enough along to tell its sex, so I guess I have some time.
Continuing on the subject of knitting, I had to restart my hat again this afternoon. Emphasis on AGAIN. The first one was way too small, so I started another with an increased number of stitches. Then I fucked that up when I was over half done with it, so I had to rip it all out and start again. Whoever ends up with this thing better love it with a passion akin only to that which creepy religious zealots feel for Jesus.
I was just looking at the final exam schedule, and it looks like Emily is going to be here until NEXT THURSDAY. That's really fucking annoying. Why can't she ever leave before I do? Seriously, why? It's like the gods of dormitory living refuse to grant me even one single day of peace and alone time. Totally unfair, yo. I think I'll be heading out on Saturday or Sunday, due to my finals being over on Saturday morning.
Hrm. Suddenly it smells funny in here. I hope it's not my ESP telling me that the Gothic Wonder will be making an appearance tonight. Like he did last night. You know, there's a reason that I don't have Adam sleep over every night, as much as I really would love to. It's because I know that she would probably be annoyed by it, and while I wish I could bring myself to not care about such things, I can't. But apparently she isn't at all interested in reciprocating my courtesy, because he's here five out of seven nights. And it's very annoying, just as I suspected.
I will buy confetti and four cupcakes when I get to leave her behind. If I thought I could get away with it, one of them would be stuffed with razor blades and topped with strychnine-laced icing. Mmm, homicidey goodness.
Anyway, I'm going to go finish watching the episode of Angel that I had to abandon this afternoon when I realized that I was late for my appointment with Dean Yuhas. She was very nice despite her stern demeanor, and also very impressed by the fact that I have 3.66 GPA when I don't ever study. There was a space for this information on the form I had to fill out and take with me, so I thought I'd be honest. I don't study. I don't have to. I'm not genius material here, so that should tell you something about the nature of my classes. But yeah, we talked. I didn't bring up Emily much at all, because she didn't ask. Just as well - it would have taken too long. I stopped into Humanities to see Dr. Pettice after the meeting, both to get House of Leaves back from her and to hang out and chat for a while. She's such a cool lady, and I really will genuinely miss her. She told me to stop by occasionally to visit her, and apparently she's mailing me something in a week or so. I have no idea what, but I'm always down with getting mail. Postal workers are like Care Bears with cake when they bring me mail.
Ahem. Onto Angel (and a potty break). Cheers.
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