December 18, 2002 :: 1:35 a.m.
the "Salt Thick" will sell like hotcakes
All of my entries seem to be taking place after midnight lately, which makes for confusion with the use of "today," "tomorrow," and "yesterday. Not relevant, but I was just thinking about it.
So. Today, as in Tuesday, December 17th, was a decent day. There were moments where I had "mounds of fun," just as Adam predicted, but there were chock full o' ick moments, also. The good: playing hopscotch (heh), enjoying a delicious melon popsicle from the Korean store, going to Candylane, seeing reindeer, eating funnel cake, making pizza, and watching Buffy - all with Adam. The bad: being awakened much too early by a phone call that was not for me, noticing new fat, having no money, feeling very much like a burden, realizing that Adam's schedule at Target will effectively prohibit any significant hang out time, and missing my mom's visit tonight. Well, there was more, but to list it out would just be stupid and redundant.
Geh, I'm so distracted. I don't know why I'm even writing this; I can't seem to focus on it or think of anything interesting to say, for that matter. I guess I'm just used to writing, and so here I am. Too bad it's boring as a really boring thing. Like math, or the last few hours. They have been spent sitting in front of my computer, reading Buffy spoilers and wishing that I had the motivation to do something more productive. I mean, I love Buffy to bits and pieces - seriously, we all know this - but one can only read the same spoilers so many times before one becomes terribly bored with the situation. Besides, now I'm severely spoiled and I have to wait an until January to see any of it happen. Yeah. The next two Tuesdays - the 24th and the 31st - are full of reruns. Two reruns per Tuesday, both from season 6. Someone explain this to me.
Okay... well. This is pointless. And to continue would be rather stupid, considering that I don't have anything left to say. Nothing that I can muster the energy to explore, anyway. So off I shall go into the wild blue yonder of my bathroom, to face the horror of my nightly hygiene routine. The tooth-brushing and face-washing are physically draining, indeed. Hopefully something worth writing about will plant itself firmly in my path very shortly; otherwise I'm going to have to start making shit up. I never did get around to examining the bondage culture of the Hundred Acre Woods.
'Night.
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