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Groovy is my name
Sep. 1st, 2000 02:23 pmGroovy sekai wa totemo groovy....hehee Pizzicato Five is the ONE GROUP that consistently uplifts me. I caught something when I was rotting in student health the other day, so I am all cracked out on cold medicine. Why don't they have "cracked out" as a mood on the little list. "Ditzy" doesn't quite sum it up. That boy called last night because he broke his pookies for the night, so he got to listen to me chew popcorn and babble about mucus-induced hallucinations or something. Actually, he was playing some damn RPG on the less-broken pookie, so he prly wasn't listening. Which is really just as well. They are all soooo funny when they aren't pissing me off. He has three equally psychotic friends there, and they alternately crack me up and make me bitter that I don't have friends. That live here. That all get along together. Punkin's here, but I hate to intrude on her little world. I wish Biskit were here. She also occasionally does the thing where one cannot possibly go brush one's teeth, because there are PEOPLE IN THE HALL, and then one sits against the door and cries about it until they go away.
I had to wear shorts today because all my jeans are filthy. I feel SO NAKED. I am also wearing my Paul McCartney shirt from the 89-90 tour, which I realized means it's ten years old. I've only had it for six. It looks like I've had it longer, though, after the purple crayon and chocomint Lip Smacker in the dryer incident. It's one of my only two remaining Beatle shirts, and I dislike the other one. It's Yellow Sub, but I think it fits funny. I used to have a dozen anyway, but they eventually got nasty and had to be put down. Sandy said she got me a new one. She sent me a weird poster that I have yet to hang up. It needs uncurled.
I ate microwave spaghetti for lunch. it was only kind of plasticky. I really wanted to go to Brady after class and get something junky, but then I thought that we're going to Taco Bell tonight and prly getting pizza Sunday, and I don't really need any more than that. it's prly total chaos there between eleven and two anyway.
gah. my Sailorsomething has set his sights on some unfortunate freshman girl. He is a darling boy, but his concept of dating is circa 1955. We have a "Whatever happened to casual dating" conversation every so often. He is THE original All-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son, and Very Very Christian, and I simply cannot bring myself to explain to him that these days the term "casual date" will nine times of ten translate to "fuck and run," because he wouldn't understand. He's more uptight and naive about life than ME, which has to be some kind of miracle.
To quote la Punker, LORDISA. it wouldn't be a bad thing if they were all like him, but if they were, we'd be picking them off like flies. That's the thing about my little boys. They're weird and geeky and plot to destroy the universe and play lame ass video games, but they all have these perfect little crystal hearts that I have to protect from the evil world for as long as I can. some days it's all I can do to protect them from evil ME.
will not eat more food. WILL NOT EAT MORE FOOD.
I had to wear shorts today because all my jeans are filthy. I feel SO NAKED. I am also wearing my Paul McCartney shirt from the 89-90 tour, which I realized means it's ten years old. I've only had it for six. It looks like I've had it longer, though, after the purple crayon and chocomint Lip Smacker in the dryer incident. It's one of my only two remaining Beatle shirts, and I dislike the other one. It's Yellow Sub, but I think it fits funny. I used to have a dozen anyway, but they eventually got nasty and had to be put down. Sandy said she got me a new one. She sent me a weird poster that I have yet to hang up. It needs uncurled.
I ate microwave spaghetti for lunch. it was only kind of plasticky. I really wanted to go to Brady after class and get something junky, but then I thought that we're going to Taco Bell tonight and prly getting pizza Sunday, and I don't really need any more than that. it's prly total chaos there between eleven and two anyway.
gah. my Sailorsomething has set his sights on some unfortunate freshman girl. He is a darling boy, but his concept of dating is circa 1955. We have a "Whatever happened to casual dating" conversation every so often. He is THE original All-American bullet-headed Saxon mother's son, and Very Very Christian, and I simply cannot bring myself to explain to him that these days the term "casual date" will nine times of ten translate to "fuck and run," because he wouldn't understand. He's more uptight and naive about life than ME, which has to be some kind of miracle.
To quote la Punker, LORDISA. it wouldn't be a bad thing if they were all like him, but if they were, we'd be picking them off like flies. That's the thing about my little boys. They're weird and geeky and plot to destroy the universe and play lame ass video games, but they all have these perfect little crystal hearts that I have to protect from the evil world for as long as I can. some days it's all I can do to protect them from evil ME.
will not eat more food. WILL NOT EAT MORE FOOD.
