December 15, 2002 :: 4:02 p.m.
I could sleep forever...
Gah, it's December 15th. That's no good at all. I still have at least three people to buy presents for, and most of the presents are being bought online. Which means shipping time is a big factor. I would just buy the things around here if I could, but that's not really an option for some of them. I mean, really, where in Central Pennsylvania am I going to get Tibetan prayer flags for my brother? Approximately thirty miles south of No Chance In Hell, that's where. Harumph.
In other news, this is the scariest thing EVER. I kind of want one, though, because imagine all of the fun you could have dressing him up in Barbie clothes and shit.
Jesus, my connection is so slow. It's sad and upsetting, I tell you. I'm so used to the fastness at school that coming home to a 26.4 dial-up is like hopping a time machine back to the middle ages. Or 1994, take your pick. I don't even know what to do right now; it's kind of pathetic. I should be cleaning up, making my bed, putting my clothes away. I should be working on portfolio stuff, but I'm avoiding it for some reason that I can't figure out. I mean, it's arty goodness. It's fun. Why am I putting it off? Oh, right. I'm lazy and a chronic procrastinator. Almost forgot for a second there.
So I came across yet another reason to love the entire Asian continent this afternoon: a musk melon ice bar. Well, that's what it's called, but it's not so much of an ice bar as it is a column of creamy, melon-flavored orgasm on a stick. And I don't know what a musk melon is, of if it even exists, but this delicacy tastes like a glorious mix of cantaloupe and honey dew. Good lord it was good. It was better than good, actually, but no words could possibly do it justice. I wish I had an entire freezer full of this extreme wonderfulness. Mmm.
Forgive me, I'm drooling.
Well, I'm done here for now. Nothing else to say. I'm going to make a list of things that I could buy people for Christmas that wouldn't require online ordering.
Cheers.
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