September 17, 2002 :: 9:27 p.m.
Who moved my Twizzlers?
Ah, my dear journal. I haven't visited you yet today, so let me start by saying hell. Hello. How have you been? I've been all right. Today, being the 17th, is our (�our� meaning Adam and I, not the diary and I) 22-month pseudo-anniversary. Because we celebrate every month like sweet little geeks. It's fun. I made him a small presenty-type thing, because I'm broke (well, I was until about 2 hours ago...), and left it with a card tucked behind a sign on the outside of his door. I had to sneak up in the middle of the night like a stealth ninja. I feel bad that I couldn't get him something better, but he seemed to like it, so I guess it's okay. He got me this mystery present that apparently was supposed to come today, but didn't. Or maybe it did, and it just came after the College Center desk closed. In any case, I honestly have no idea what it is. Usually I can guess what someone is going to do for me, but not this time. Hmm.
I convinced Adam to skip his first class this morning and rest. I'm very glad I did, even though I could probably be labeled a bad influence now. But he's sick. He is genuinely not well, and I do not like to think about the boy that I love trudging around campus like death warmed over just for the sake of fulfilling an obligation that really isn't an obligation. So bah, I say. We went to Mama's for dinner (mmm, broccoli roll) and then on the Hunt for Watermelon Filled Twizzlers. The hunt was unsuccessful. I'm so confused. Emily had a bag of them about a week ago. There are only so many places around here that one could buy Twizzlers. Giant. Eckard (sp?). Wal-Mart. None of these places had them. I nearly had a No Twizzler Fit. For serious. Grr.
In other news, my parents came up tonight. They brought me my paints, brushes, big sketchpads, and easel, as requested. I took them around campus for a while and showed them where my classes are, and then they took my car the mechanic. It was really nice to see them, actually. Such a strange phenomenon, this missing my parents. It should definitely be investigated.
I feel like playing guitar and drawing, so that's what I'm going to do. There's a been a bit of progress on the English paper front, but not much. I have about two pages about how my family has affected the evolution of my personality, but you know, I'm not entirely comfortable sharing all of the ways in which my family has influenced me with my English teacher... so... I might just scrap it and hope/pray/beg for a flash of inspiration tomorrow. Eep.
I'll write later if I have anything interesting to say.
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