May 05, 2002 :: 6:28 p.m.
I would have been so out of place in the 60's
Today's search engine hits: A spanish Google one for "disco girl draw" and a german AOL search for "shakira soft." Moving on.
The faerie festival BLEW ASS. I wasted seven bucks (admission) and half tank of gas to spend the afternoon pushing through a crowd of hippies with gauze tied to their backs (read: wings in varying degrees of putrid). Fuck me. I'd rather have my eyes pierced with hot pokers. I do not like hippies. I do not like pot or patchouli or incense or peace, love, and fucking togetherness. And to top it all off, this chick I knew from high school was there - she's satan in human form. That's right, Hillary Michaels was there! And she had gauze tied to her back! No kidding, guys, she really did. Pish. I don't know why she bothered; it'd take a hell of a lot more than a length of tulle to hide the fact that she's the living embodiment of evil. *sigh* So, in short, I had a horribly shitty time and will never ever EVER even think about going again. End o' story. Glen Rock is a pretty place, though, when you get out of the town. Oh, and I got to pet a sheep and a baby goat. That was fun, but not nearly enough fun to make up for all the patchouli, musk, and nag champa (read: dirty hippy smell) I inhaled. Eck.
This conversation took place as we were waiting to leave...
Joe: You need Paxil.
Me: I do not. Paxil is for social anxiety. I don't have anxiety - people don't scare me, they just make me sick.
So I deposited Joe and Adam at their respective houses and came home. I was hoping that Adam and I could hang out tonight, but that plan was thwarted by his mother and her Cinco de Mayo dinner. So now I'm in for the night, so to speak, bored and disappointed and bordering on depressed. *pouts* You know... as time passes, the realization that other people are not me is becoming astoundingly clear. They do not do things the way that I would do them, if I were in the same situation. It's slightly annoying, because the way I expect things to go is rarely the way they do, and who doesn't want things their way? I know I do. Selfish? Certainly. Do I care? Not at all.
I went to the grocery store on the way home and picked up some things I wanted - apples, fat-free Pringles, Nutella, and these new yogurt-filled Nutri-Grain bars. I had one on the way home, and they are gooood. I had to fight the temptation to eat the whole box for dinner. Heh. Alas. I don't feel so well, and there aren't any updates on my buddy list, so I'm going to read or something. God, I lead such an exciting life.
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