July 17, 2002 :: 12:40 a.m.
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I'm incredibly tired, but the alluring squarishness of the diaryland update box is too much for me to resist. So here I am, in all my sleepy 19-year-old glory. God. Even as the number changes, I never feel like I get much older. Or I feel like I'm suddenly ancient when in all reality I'm still a bit of a kitten. Weird how that works.
Ozzy Osbourne is completely incoherent. Possibly from the decades of drug abuse, but the reason is really irrelevant. You can't understand a damn word that comes out of the man's mouth. It's just weird Brit-like mumblings. And what the hell is this show? TailDaters? Something like that. It's on MTV right now. Two people go one a date with their friends observing from a van. WTF? Why is MTV over-run with disgusting dating shows? Actually, a better question would be: Why am I watching MTV to begin with?
Simple. I can't find the remote. And I'm very lazy, so I don't feel like looking.
Anyway... Adam came over this afternoon, bearing roses and a copy of Amelie on DVD. How sweet is he? (Very very.) He hung around for a bit, until around 4-ish. Dinner wasn't bad. I scored some cash (always nice), and the restaurant we went to actually had more than one thing I could eat. Egads, do you realize how rare that is? And speaking of food, today was the first day of my vegan experiment - it went pretty well. The only thing I can't be sure of was dinner, because of course I don't have an ingredient list for that stuff. But I had vegetarian chili and a veggie burger, which could possibly have contained some sort of dairy or eggs, but at least I passed on the grilled vegetable calzone. And you'd better believe that cheese-stuffed goodness was calling my name. No desert, either. I came home and ate a bowl of carrots. I'm still hungry, though... maybe I'll have something before bed. Like half a bagel or something.
I'm meeting Adam at his dad's house tomorrow at ten to begin our Baltimore adventure. It should be a fun time. Baltimore's a really cool city - I can actually say that I'd like to live there, as opposed to here, which just sucks. There's this Chinese-looking cat bank at a fun store down there that I want, and I may just buy it. Might as well, when I've got the "bills." I'll probably come back as poor as I was yesterday, because alas, fun things for sale are my greatest weakness. Except maybe for chocolate, but if this vegan thing flies then I may have to overcompensate for the lack of yummy chocolate goodies by becoming a compulsive shopper. Better for my health, yes, but quite damaging to the wallet.
Ugh. Dashboard Confessional is on now. Unplugged or something, but I don't think it's that. Or maybe it is, I don't know. They (he? is it a band or one guy?) always make me think of Adam, because he likes them... but my GOD, this needs to stop. The lyrics aren't bad, I'll admit, but that man just has the most horrid, unbearable, screeching whine of a singing voice.
I'm going to eat something and hit the sack, as they say. 'Night.
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