November 23, 2001 :: 11:37 p.m.
baa baa bluebelle
listening to... Turin Brakes,
The Optimist LP.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant.
feeling... fizzy.
The last time I wrote, I felt like poo. I'm feeling much better now. :) Adam and I sort of went to look for jobs - he filled out an application at Toys R Us, because a friend of his works there, and I picked up an application at Comix Connection. They aren't hiring right now, though. We stopped at CD Warehouse to see if they had apps in yet, but they didn't, so I'll go back next week sometime. I was planning to apply at Zany Brainy (a toy store) and Toys R Us, too, but once we got inside Zany Brainy that idea died a horrible death. I'd love to work in a toy store... just not this time of year. I don't possess a great fondness for people under normal circumstances; they scare me, and I just generally assume that if I don't already know you, I don't want to. So a million obnoxious people pushing and shoving and clawing each other's eyes out over some scary plush toy that seizures when you squeeze it is not quite what I want to have to deal with at work every day.
Anyway. After our small and rather uneventful job search, we went back to his dad's house for his sister Meghan's birthday dinner. It was for both her and her boyfriend, actually. His step-mom made an Indian meal with two main dishes, one vegetarian for Meghan and I and one meaty one for everyone else. I'm not too big a fan of that cuisine, but it was good as far as Indian food goes. *laughs* We had the most un-Indian desserts imaginable: peach cobbler, apple pie, and black forest cake. Mmm. The apple pie was yummy. It had that sweet, crunchy, crumbly stuff on top and a really good crust. After dinner Meghan and Marty (her boyfriend) opened their presents and hunted for lottery tickets - it's a tradition Adam's family has. It was fun. I ate way too much, though. My stomach is still expressing its unhappiness.
Adam and I took a trip to Excitement Video, our local "adult retailer," before he brought me home. It's always funny to go in there. I mean, there's just something undeniably humorous about walking into a room where the walls are lined with prosthetic penises. The big double-ended ones scare me. A lot. But we weren't there for dildos. We actually picked up an "adult feature," otherwise known as a porno. *laughs* It's our first. We always joke about watching porn together... and we were bored, so we decided to give it a go. His mom is going to be in Baltimore all day tomorrow, so we've got her house to ourselves - mmm. It'll be fun times. ;)
Ah! Moving away from pornography, isn't this the cutest sheep ever?
Isn't he adorable?? His name is Bluebelle. He's so much cuter in real life, too. Adam got him for me because I was in a bit of a funk this afternoon (as you know if you read the last entry). It did it's job, too - it cheered me up hardcore. Yay. He's sitting on the desk watching me type, and everytime I look at him I smile. I can't believe there are things this cute in existence.
I'm going to attemp to get up at reasonable hour tomorrow. As in before noon. Maybe around 8 or 9. I hate sleeping half the day away, but at the same time I love it. It's such an indulgence. I guess that's the problem, though - it's something to indulge in, not something to do every day. Which is what I've been doing. Maybe if I can manage to get up sort of early tomorrow I won't feel as foul as I've been lately. *crosses finger* I should probably get offline, then, because that's what always keeps me up so late. I'm addicted. It's bad. *sigh* Oh well. There are worse things to be addicted to, right?
Okay. Sleepy time. G'night.
-Amanda
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