July 07, 2003 :: 1:06 a.m.
there may not be a spoon, but there is certainly a shoe
Damn... I opened this up nearly 45 minutes ago, but I got distracted by knitting things and completely forgot about it. My sincerest apologies, dear little entry box; I hadn't intended to neglect you so.
Today was almost entirely shit, except for a bit at the end where things got kind of nice. Adam and I had a rather large spat, you see, which is something that doesn't happen very often. It was made more grueling than necessary due to the fact that he was reluctant to say three consecutive words. For the first time in the history of the universe, I was the only one talking. That doesn't happen, ever. I'm not a talker. I don't do well with this "verbal communication." But I'm working on it, I really am, and today I trundled through it like something weary but durable because I actually had something to say. It's sort of over now, but not resolved. It will never be resolved, I'm certain, and it will keep resurfacing until I go insane, gouge out my eyes with a shrimp fork, and start living in a wet cardboard box by the river with my new pet, Louisa the Broken Cordless Telephone. Right now, though, I'm too busy being glad that the urge to beat him about the face has been replaced with the more usual urge to kiss him about the face to worry about such petty details as the inevitable deterioration of my mental health and living conditions.
We were going to head up to Negley Park to watch the big, belated Fourth of July fireworks taking place on City Island, but they were cancelled due to a thunderstorm. We watched the tail end of Willy Wonka & The Chocolate Factory in his basement instead, at which point I was reminded that a) Willy Wonka is the creepiest fucking person ever, b) Veruca Salt looks like Adam's sister Sarah, and c) Charlie has the coolest last name. Seriously, how cool is Bucket? I wish my name were Amanda Bucket; it has a much nicer ring than Amanda Chronister.
I finished rereading HP4 this morning - it was excellent, of course. It also just played a very critical role in the destruction of yet another invading insect. BLECH. This time it was one of those red clacky beetle things - my mom called them junebugs, I think. I hate them. They are gross and annoying and they tap at my windows in a very disturbing way. This one got into my room somehow, the sneaky bastard, and then flew right past my face and landed on the desk. I shrieked, ran to the other side of the room, and threw HP4 at it when it landed on the floor nearby. Mr. Potter subdued it by turning it over onto its back, but in order to avoid getting beetle guts all over the book I had to call Mr. Shoe into action. After it stopped moving, I grabbed it with a stack of about 25 tissues and flushed it down the toilet. Fucking bugs.
Anyway... I'm very tired. I need to get up sort of early and run to Eckerd to get a new pack of anti-baby pills, as I ran out yesterday and thus missed a pill today. My parents were supposed to be home before 4, which would have allowed me plenty of time to get to the drugstore, but of course they weren't. My parents are infinitely unreliable; it's really very sad.
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