May 29, 2003 :: 5:14 p.m.
fake cheese powder is like gold to the extra terrestrials
Blah. I never feel like writing anymore, because my life is pretty boring and I'm a minor sort of miserable a lot of time, so anything I do try to write comes out sounding more like "I hate everything and want to die" than "insert funny thing here." I wrote a big long entry last night, but I couldn't post it because Mason was connected to the internet all night and I can't kick him off. I don't feel like posting it now, either, so it'll probably just get deleted. Basic gist: I do not want to go to college and I am the sole source of all of my problems. Happy, right?
I called Borders this morning, and burst into tears immediately afterward. The lady was nice, what with the taking my name and number and such, but I have a feeling that the underlying message was "you will never, ever be hired here and the fact that you would even apply (AGAIN) indicates to me that you're a brainless fucking moron who doesn't deserve to bathe in the solid gold piss of the Borders employees." It wasn't really an uplifting experience.
Adam and I went out to Office Depot this afternoon to pick up two more little bookshelves for my chock full o' packratty goodness bedroom. We also went to lunch at Panera Bread, which was deeelicious. I love me some black bean soup. After lunch, we came back here to build the bookshelves. Well, technically, he built the bookshelves while I sat on a chair so as to be out of the way. We only have one screwdriver, and often when I try to "help" I end up being a really fucking annoying Amanda-shaped obstacle. But now there are three little bookshelves in my room, two of which are empty and languishing against the wall because I don't know where to put them. I need to get around to some hardcore pushing the dresser five inches to the right this evening. It's tough stuff, you know. I also need to do a shitload of laundry, but the stars just aren't aligned correctly for that.
Speaking of laundry, though, I think I'm going to cut apart the stupid mesh laundry bag that I used at school and make it into one of those little stuffed animal hammocks. Because my plushies have nowhere to sit in my cluttered yet furniture-light room, and it's sad. Also, I enjoy suspending things from the ceiling. One must get creative when one has no closet. AND, as an extra added bonus, I hate that bag with a burning passion and tearing it apart will surely bring me immense satisfaction. It's good all around.
Tonight will inevitably be very boring, most likely consisting of a walk with the Joes (and the dog) and knitting until my knuckles cramp up with screaming pain while watching several episodes of Buffy. If I'm lucky, Adam will swing by for a bit and relieve me of my boredom, but he's got things to do tonight so it's still up in the air. I'll write if anything interesting happens, like perhaps a space ship landing in my backyard and aliens offering me 437 million dollars for a box of mac & cheese.
'Til then - ciao.
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