May 31, 2002 :: 11:29 p.m.
it's go time, muthafucka!
Jesus. I've had no time to write lately, hence the short, sporadic entries, but I still don't have anything much to report. Bummer. Today was work and a party for Pat's 19th birthday. It was supposed to be a surprise, but when Amanda and I were at the mall shopping for his present, we ran into him and Brian Eslinger (who was to keep him occupied until we all gathered at Pat's house), and then into Amy and her sister. It was bizarre, for serious. Amanda and I were like, "Dude, this isn't supposed to happen. What the fuck is going on?" Observe:
Pat: *gesturing for us to follow him* Come on, let's go.
Amanda and I (henceforth known as Us): Uh... we're going to eat. *begin walking in toward Sears*
Pat: *pointing toward the food court* You�re going the wrong way, guys.
Us: Er... we're going somewhere else. Yeah. Our car is out that way.
Heh. Smooth save, no? Definitely no. The party was interesting. Kind of uncomfortable, and very segregated. One one side of the room was Pat, Brian Eslinger, Liz, Donna, Clark, and Nate. On the other was Me, Amanda, Bryan Gardner, Adam, and Amy. I was a little weirded out because while I know who all of these people are, only the ones in the second group would be considered my friends (well, Pat is too, but he was on the other side), you know? I'm quite the antisocial creature. I do not enjoy meeting people. If I could live on a desert island with just Adam and receive frequent visits from Amanda and Joe, I would. So it was just... I don't know, weird. Just strange. But it was a fun time, really.
I bought a ring to put in my nose. I don't know if it fits or not yet, because I haven't put it in, but I'll do that tonight. I hope I hope I hope it fits. And maybe if I'm really lucky it'll even look cute. Whoa. If that's the case, I may experience a coronary at the age of 18.
Grr. I have to get up at six tomorrow morning. Dammit. I only work three days next week, though, which is happy. Yeah... enough about work.
I'm tired. I'm going to go rip out my nose stud and try to install the ring. I'll keep you posted on this and other exciting events in the Life of Lemon. Tune in tomorrow - same station, time as yet undetermined - for more rollicking hijinks. Huzzah.
edited 12:20 a.m. Fucking HELL. I just tried to put my ring in. No luck. In the process, I bloodied myself up and bent the ring all fucking out of shape. Fun! Ew. Why is it so hard to get a goddamn ring in my nose?!? ARGH.
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