November 01, 2003 :: 4:08 p.m.
perhaps I should invest in a bulletproof butt cover instead
Okay, ow. My butt hurts. I tripped on the too-long legs of my fleece pants yesterday afternoon and fell down a few of my stairs. Luckily, my heavily padded butt cushioned the fall. It still kind of hurt, but not in a big way. Well, today I woke up to find myself in quite a lot of pain, especially right around the tailbone area. It's no fun. Apparently fat isn't even good for cushioning your bones anymore. Blah.
So I'm supposed to be doing my Drawing homework, but I'm not. Obviously. I'm working on stuff for Creative Writing instead, and while it is homework, it's FUN homework that I actually enjoy doing. So of course it doesn't count. I think just the fact that I'm excited by my Creative Writing homework while my Drawing homework makes me want to throw all my art supplies into the Susquehanna may be a strong indicator of something. Usually, making something homework causes me to never want to do anything remotely related to it ever again. Example: taking studio classes and having actual art homework makes me genuinely dislike creating art. However, making writing my homework just makes me do it rather than merely sitting around and thinking about doing it but never actually getting there. Hmm.
November is here, officially, and it's bringing lots of things with it. My dad's birthday is on Monday. Registration for the spring semester starts up then as well. Adam and I have our three year anniversary on the 17th. Tori has a Greatest Hits album coming out on the 18th. We're going to see Rufus in Philly on the 21st, and Something Corporate in (as always) Philly on the 26th. Thanksgiving is in there somewhere too, although I don't think that there's actually a holiday that I care less about. I mean, yes, easter and christmas are religious, but at least there's candy and presents. Thanksgiving is just All About The Meat, so you know, count me out. A person can only eat mashed potato sandwiches so many times before the blandness seeps into your brain and turns it to much. But yeah, November. It's traditionally a busy sort of a busy month, I guess. Winding down to the very last month of 2003 and all that. The fact that there are 8 weeks left in the year freaks me out in more ways than there are words in the dictionary. Yowza.
I want a veggie burger for dinner, but we have no buns. This is very irritating. We also have no apples, no yogurt, no carrots, no 1% milk, and very little jelly. A trip to the grocery store is in order, but it probably won't happen this weekend. Dammit. I should just ask my mom for money and go myself, but no, I would feel bad. Fuck me and my excessive guilt complex.
Anyway, I'm hungry. And I should really get out of my PJs, seeing as how it's after 4 o' clock. I showered and stuff, but then I just put my comfy clothes back on because I thought I'd be getting all charcoaly. Now I just feel like a slob. So off I go, to dress and eat and hopefully get some things done. I know, I know - be still my little heart. I'll update later if anything interesting comes along.
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