November 29, 2001 :: 2:58 a.m.
what dreams may come
listening to... the whirring of the computer.
reading... tex and molly in the afterlife, by Richard Grant. I'm almost done!
feeling... evil sick.
Ugh. I can feel the nastiness churning around in my stomach. Too much food + foul cookies + sugary tea = no good. I want to die.
Joe and I tried to make these chocolate cookies tonight, and to call the results anything short of disgusting would be dishonest. They were the most horrible cookies I have ever tasted in my entire life. Worse than chocolate ice cream, worse than tomatoes, worse than walnuts, even. And for me to say that something is worse than walnuts is highly unusual. I abhor walnuts. They are the fruit of satan. So you know, these cookies were just the foulest of the foul. We made a trial batch to see how they were, and after one bite we threw the cookies and the remaining batter into the trash. I mean, I wouldn't feed those things to someone I hate.
Other than the cookie incident, things went all right. We rented What Dreams May Come, with Robin Williams and Annabella Sciorra. It was pretty good; the scenery and special effects were amazing. We had to go to Hollywood Video to find it, because Joe's movie place only had it on VHS. He signed up for a membership there, and while he was doing that I applied for a job. The woman told me that she was looking to hire an evening shift manager immediately. I'm hoping they hire me. It would be great - 3 or 4 nights a week and free movie rentals. How nice is that? And it's not an excessively popular video store, so I wouldn't have to deal with as many people as I would at, say, Blockbuster.
*laughs* I lied through my teeth on the application, though. They do an electronic app, where you enter all your stuff and answer a million questions on this interesting phone-like machine. They gave you the typical, "You enjoy working as a team," and, "You interact well with all types of people," kinds of statements, and you had to rate your answer either Strongly Disagree, Disagree, Agree, or Strongly Agree. Well, Joe was standing right there, and he made me agree to all those horrible, "I love people!" things. Ew. I hate people. But I guess that's what you have to do. When I applied for my very first job, I answered those questions honestly, just to see. Do you think I got hired? Of course not. It's kind of dumb, though, because they have to know that people don't answer truthfully. No one in their right mind would actually expect to get a job after saying that they regularly chew out people who annoy them.
My SAT is in 3 days. Evil. I'm so not ready. Adam and I are going to study some more tomorrow, which is good. I've actually been reading through the math stuff and working on it by myself, and I understand it all a bit better now, but I'm still not good at it. I'm just not a math person. My brain doesn't work like that. If I don't think of it as being math so much as just being a problem that I need to work out, I'm sort of okay. I mean, you can't do that with everything, but sometimes there are ways to figure things out without resorting to formulas and shit. But once I get into questions where you can't just figure it out like that, I'm screwed hardcore. *sigh* Hopefully I'll do alright. If I bomb it, well, then I bomb it. I can't take it again - I don't have time. I'm pushing all sorts of deadlines as it is. At least this time I'll actually get to the test center. Last year I was supposed to take this thing at the same place, and I got so incredibly lost. So Joe and I went there today, and he wrote me directions and everything. I should be okay. I hope.
Adam told me that he got Joe Madonna's Sex book for Christmas. That kind of blew me away. I couldn't find it anywhere; it's out of print, I think. I guess there are a lot on Ebay, and he bid on one and got it. It was waaaaay too expensive, though. It kind of pisses me off, I guess. Not really pisses me off... let's say I'm a bit miffed. I just can't believe he spent so much money on Joe. It's insane. Maybe it's just an inferiority thing coming out. I mean, I have no money. Zip. Nada. None. I'm going to have to ask my parents for money tomorrow so I can go to a movie. And you know, I feel horrible about it, especially with christmas coming up. I can't afford to get people anything, really... certainly not what I'd like to get them. So I guess seeing Adam spend that much money on Joe makes me feel... sub-par? Like a bad friend? I don't know. I suppose it's none of my business what he gets him, anyway.
I must go to sleep. I'm going to pick up Adam tomorrow (today, really) at around noon, so it would probably be good to get up before then. Adios, muchachos. *laughs* I so do not speak spanish.
-Amanda
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