November 21, 2002 :: 12:10 a.m.
I should get dark clouds tattooed on my tummy
Ick. Sour cream and onion chip breath is nasty. I know this because my breath smells like sour cream and onion chips, and yeah, it's gross. The chips were kind of gross, too... I really should know better than to buy regular Pringles anymore. They just don't do it for me. I really want some more water, but headphones tend to limit movement a bit. And my stomach hurts, so I don't feel like moving. In fact, the only thing I feel like doing is sleeping. Bleh.
Today has been... okay, I guess. Pretty uneventful, except that Amanda called a while ago. That was a nice surprise - due to the fact that it is most definitely a long distance call to Philly from here, and vice versa, and I'm the last person on the planet without a cell phone, we don't get to actually talk much. So yeah, goodness. She's getting home on Wednesday (the 27th) too, so hopefully we (me, her, Adam, Pat - the gang) can get together and do stuff. Like go to the park, only not because it's ungodly cold out. Grr. I hate Pennsylvania. Actually, no, I don't. I like Pennsylvania, I just hate cold weather. I hate being cold in general, and I always am, so when it's cold outside I'm doubly screwed. I need to live in a heated bubble or something.
Someone on my floor has a bunch of pictures of Care Bears on their door, with a note that says "Which one are you?" People write their names under the bears on little slips of paper. If I knew this person, perhaps I would participate, but as I do not... I shall not. But there's no doubt at all about which one I'd be - I'm so Grumpy Bear that it's almost ridiculous. He was my favorite as a kid, too, along with Bedtime Bear. I think Adam would be Tenderheart Bear, Amanda would be Wish Bear, and Pat would be Funshine Bear. Just because.
My computer is in dire need of a serious thwacking. No jokes, man. It's the most temperamental machine in the history of... machines. I can't even turn the damn thing off without worrying about whether or not I'll be able to get it back on again. I must be screwing it up somehow, because it has such potential. Adam thinks that the power supply is wonky, so maybe if we can get that replace, all will be well.
Anyway... I'm going to drool on the keyboard soon, so I should probably end this. 'Night.
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