August 01, 2002 :: 8:32 a.m.
good christ... it's august
I burned two CDs of Tori b-sides last night, but now I'm tempted to burn them over again. Why, you ask? Well I have this thing. It's a thing where I can't stand to have live and studio tracks on the same CD. I don't know why. I mean, it doesn't throw me into drooling convulsions or anything, but it irks me quite a bit. But I don't want to waste the CDs... grr. I have a dilemma. I'll probably end up just leaving them be, because it's early and I'm lazy and I don't feel like doing it right now. What I really want to do is burn these two Poe songs so that I can listen to them obsessively on the way to Harrisburg, but for some reason
Center of the Sun didn't download as an mp3.
I haven't a clue, darlings, really I haven't.
It always amazes me that I can get up this early. Or even earlier, if I have to. All through high school (and my entire life, really), I was terrible at getting up in the morning. My mom had to come in and make me get out of bed, and when she neglected to do so I'd just sleep through school. I got so many tardies; all of my detentions were because I had too many tardies. Except for the ones that were because I skipped class. But those were few and far between, I swear. The point is that I just had a bit of a tardiness problem, and I don't anymore, which is really nice. That's score one for Bagel Lovers and adjusting my inner clock with their horrid 6 a.m. shift. I hate you for it, and yet I love you all the same. How confusing.
The phone is ringing. Who in god's name is calling here at 8:40? It happens all the time, too, and I swear I'll never understand it. Get some sleep, you freaks, stop calling my house at ungodly hours of the morning.
Hmm. Well, I have to get ready and things. Adam's being really super-nice and taking me to work, I guess because he takes pity on me. What with the heat and the scary men and the foulness and everything. But in any case, it's very nice of him.
ARGH. Have I mentioned that I hate AOL? And this computer in general? Because I do. Oh, I do. It disconnects at least three times an hour, and likes to freeze up for no reason. I hate it I hate it I hate it. Someone kill it for me. No, wait. I'll just take it out into the yard and make some big fireworks with it. I would so love to watch it explode, you know.
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