November 20, 2003 :: 12:44 a.m.
and the fat lady will sing no more
So, er, hello. I have nothing of interest to report, as nothing interesting really happened today. And I'm tired. And I feel like crap. But here I am still, writing. Why? The world may never know.
I'm feeling particularly unpleasant this evening, for some reason. I haven't been working on anything for Creative Writing, even though I very definitely should be. I'm not feeling very creative in that writerly way, probably because I'm having a moment where I don't think I actually have any talent or command over the written word. Which, you know, as much as I enjoy downing myself... just isn't true. I can write. It's one of the few things that I absolutely can do. But it's just that I can't seem to do it well enough to satisfy myself right now. Or ever. It's fairly depressing.
Also, I skipped Anthro today because I didn't fancy going to class while sporting the 'drowning sewer rat' look. It started pouring sometime while I was in Drawing, and kept it up all freaking day and night. I don't keep an umbrella in my car. I don't actually even own an umbrella. So I walked back to my car after Drawing, massive portfolio case slung over my shoulder, art bin in one hand, shoes in the other. I was wearing my Birkenstocks (hippy shoes, yes, though I'm decidedly un-hippy-like), which are absolute hell when wet... slippery and gross... because I have the biggest blister in all the land (it will henceforth be known as BlisterZilla) on my toe that makes wearing sneakers very painful. Apparently wearing wet sandals is worse, though, with all the sliding around and poking inflamed toes with wet metal, so I ended up hoofing it back to the car barefoot. Through gargantuan puddles. By the time I reached my auto, I was sopping. My pants were black with water up past my knees. My dark grey shirt was black as well, and becoming quite see-through. My hair was a tangled monstrosity. I sat in the car for a while, contemplating my options, and then decided to call it a day. I feel sort of bad, but dammit... there was just no fixing that mess.
Anyway. I spent last night at Adam's house - mucho enjoyment. I spent tonight hanging out with Joe, doing tarot and watching the new Angel. Usually I watch it with Adam, but he had a paper to write. It was great, though - Lindsay! I never expected that one in a million years. And heh, the Cup of Perpetual Torment holds Mountain Dew. Too bad the next new episode won't be out until... I don't even know. Not next week, so maybe the week after. December 3rd. We're entering the dreaded winter drought, where all and sundry are forced to watch reruns for weeks at a time. Terrible, just terrible. But Buffy Season 5 comes out on December 9th, so I'll have that to help me through.
Okay, I'm bed-bound. Too tired to continue. Farewell, kiddies.
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