2004-11-15
5:08 a.m.
ever burp and taste something you know you haven't been eating?
i haven't eaten uncooked ramen in weeks.
2004-11-06
12:57 p.m.
as an acrophobe (one who is afraid of heights), and a person with a severe dislike for rollercoasters, i think i speak for everyone like me when i say:
this is some fucked up shit.
i DO NOT like that at ALL. i have a rough enough time on conventional rollercoasters with the overhead restraint and the normal seated position. but being whipped around mid-air on a motorcycle is heart-stoppingly (I CAN MAKE UP WORDS IF I WANT TO! HARMONGLARFLE!!) terrifying to me.
i haven't really been to sleep yet. i think. i was up studying because i had to come in to take an exam in the testing center that i should have taken earlier this week, but didn't, because i'm a moron and like depriving myself of sleep. it wouldn't have been so bad, but instead of coming straight home from work last night, i ended up going out with two of my friends from work for a couple of hours. one of them insisted that we stop at the porn store on 35 because she wanted a new vibrator and a movie. she picked out this scary-looking hot pink thing with these little rubber spikes all over it. i was terrified of the thing, and also much more interested in the collection of blown glass bongs in the display case near the register. that, i think, is probably some proof that drugs can destroy your libido.
2004-11-06
4:44 a.m.
i have been staring at these biology notes for the past three hours, doing my best to care at least a little about their content.
i care. i care. i care i care icareicareicareicare.
ah fuck, who am i kidding?
2004-11-03
8:25 p.m.
a fairly accurate depiction of what i currently look like.
2004-11-03
1:58 p.m.
i cut my hair.
well, actually kriss cut my hair. it's short now. shorter than it's ever been, placing it at about chin length.
i'm still trying to cope with the fact that an amount of my hair roughly the size of a dead shar pei is sitting in a garbage can in kriss's mother's kitchen.
2004-11-01
1:51 a.m.
...so i never made it to that party.
it wasn't for not trying! kriss, gonzo, gonzo's man, and i actually got completely fucking lost on the way up there and didn't see a lick of party atmosphere. no number of phone calls for directions got us there. we ended up meeting some of our friends who actually found their way to the house at a diner to watch them eat and sober up.
it blew. i mean, it was nice to see them, but i didn't put on the most uncomfortable bra i own, a pair of unsensible boots, and a pirate costume to drive 2 1/2+ hours to nowhere and end up at a diner sipping ice water with a half drunken, albeit very cute, scarecrow. (the witch thing didn't pan out, as "witch" was the third most common halloween costume this year, according to some...list...and while "pirate" isn't exactly a unique concept, it is moreso than "witch," apparently.)
so after we saw those guys, we went to gonzo's house and got shitfaced on 99 apples.
the morning that followed was kind of tough on me and my gag reflex.
2004-10-30
4:15 a.m.
i've succumbed. i lost the ability to breathe out of my nose tonight and have started to cough. i've been eating vitamin c tablets like peanuts and i still didn't get through unscathed. stupid seasonal changes. i feel wronged somehow.
this will in no way affect my attendance of a certain halloween party. i'll be sniffly, but damnit, i will BE there and i will be a drunk, sniffly, and probably mouth-breathing witch, incoherently explaining to anyone who will listen that i do not have a broom, because the idea of a female witch with a broom is a little too patriarchal to me. and then i will brandish a wand because that won't leave any room for any equally ridiculous interpretation, i'm sure.
heh.
i need sleep.
2004-10-28
10:20 p.m.
my throat has been raw for a good 9 hours and my gastrointestinal system is expressing some annoyance with me.
i may be coming down with the flu.
i CAN'T come down with the flu! i'm too busy for the flu, i don't have time for the flu!
couldn't i get the flu after finals or something? i'll even pencil it into my planner.
2004-10-27
11:32 p.m.
i found an old notebook of mine from several semesters ago that i was using to jot down ideas for my 2D design class. on one page was a little cartoon devil, laying hard into a guitar solo and, curiously enough, wearing oven mitts. (he's the devil, if he wants to play the guitar wearing oven mitts, i don't think there's much we can do about it.) scrawled underneath him were the words "rocking the oven mitts of evil, baking a pound cake of DOOM!"
i think it was for a Tenacious D poster i wanted to design. i think.
i hope.
i don't know, i was eating a lot of painkillers then.
if you get a chance to read America: A Citizen's Guide to Democracy Inaction, dooooo it. dooooo iiit. it's fucking hilarious and...you know...jon stewart wrote it.
2004-10-25
1:59 a.m.
i am such an angry person lately. angry angry angry.
angrier than a suburban high school goth who lost their hot topic stamp card.
it's just a little workplace drama. i shouldn't even be all that concerned about it, really. i also haven't had a cigarette in a good month. i nearly went and bought a pack today. i would have smoked that whole pack right then and there, but i didn't have any cash and my debit card was in my other jacket.
i've also been eating everything in sight that isn't nailed down securely.
to make myself feel a little better, i made up a t-shirt that said "reading is fundamental" on the front and "read a book" on the back and wore it to work, because i'm a fan of irony.
i work at a video store, if you didn't know.
it's the little things.
i'm watching disc 2 of season 1 of dead like me.
i dig this guy:
or maybe it's just his character. he's english and he's a criminal type. what's not to like?
it would make me feel a lot better to go break something, i think.
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