day after day

I added people to my friends list. Malachi because he goes here and because Punkin said nice things about him, Lyekka because she is my Ti-ching CHIBIKITTY and I adore her, and Kellie because I love reading her entries. Hopefully it won't annoy them.

I took Punkie shopping today and found VELVETY LEOPARD PRINT PAJAMAS in many many colors. This is why I try never to go to the mall; I find things I want but don't want to blow money on them and then pout. I am the genetic product of a cheap bastard and a big shopper. Doomed.

I am a hunnnngry girl. I have a Rice Dream sandwich in my freezer, but I am saving it for late tonight when I am post-dinner hungry. I am going to be lazy and go get campus food takeout, but I can't decide what. It will all make me fat fat fat. I ate a veggie wrap thing for lunch. It was green. I really, really hope it was supposed to be green.

Last night I did lots of laundry and read A Clockwork Orange, which I stole from my dad's office in May and hadn't touched since. Then I didn't want to sit at pookie, so I sat at my Other Desk and watched Diabolique. Not the newer one with Sharon Stone and Isabelle Adjani- the old 1954 black and white French movie that one is a remake of. It's dubbed into English, and I'd kill to see it subtitled. heh The first time I saw the newer one was in a theater in Paris when it first came out. In English, subtitled in French. THAT was interesting. I think we just like it because that guy gets raked in the head. That's the only thing missing out of the old one. Actually, the old one is based off a book. Which I need to find and see if I can still read French. Maybe after I finish The Jungle, I'll look for it. That boy said once I wasn't allowed to read The Jungle, but I told him he wasn't allowed to watch Devil Hunter Yohko, and he did anyway. so there.

He has one of these now. I really hope he never reads this. Or at least that he does a very very good job of always pretending like he doesn't. YAY he might get to come to my house during Thanksgiving break. That will be interesting for all involved. Except it means I have to see his mother when I pick him up from his aunt's house, and she wants me dead. I know it. Dead dead dead dead jolly with a knife.

I need to watch Help again. AND LET IT BE.

I need leopard pajamas. waaaah. The short ones came in RED leopard, and the long ones were in normal leopard, and light blue, and pink, and lavendery. maybe my mother will love me and send me money. Or else I'll break down and buy some and then be broke all next month too. I could threaten her with plasma.

It really doesn't hurt.

Dinner now. Eat eat eat eat eat.

Que sera sera

I am bored. I should be studying DBMS or working on my Java assignment for Thursday, but Saturday nights never turn out to be productive. I have a nice big glass of water with which I am attempting to counteract the approximately 48 oz of diet Coke I have had today. I just took my calcium supplement, and I'm afraid it will make me sick. I think it only does because my mother was surprised it didn't. I think she just has a strange metabolism.

WAH I am destroying people I love again. I was consumed with jealousy when that boy got a new pookie and got to take Japanese, and then the motherboard died and they made him drop the class because he had too many hours. It's like Linda McCartney and the parakeet. I should run away to Italy and be a nun before everyone's lives go further to hell.

I don't do it on purpose.

sigh. It just seems like it's so much harder than it has to be for us. We prly make it that way ourselves, but I'd love a hint as to how to STOP. I need to be more patient with him, but I am stressed about as far as I can take right now, which is really pathetic considering I'm sitting here on my butt in the dorm room my parents are paying for, chatting with people on the pookie he bought me, and so full of food I could be sick. It's just that I'm all too aware that, after about May 20, the parental lifeline gets cut. Not like they'd ever kick me out on my arse or anything, but really. I can't justify living off them forever. Even though I guess I'm two years younger than most everyone else at this point, so I can chalk it up to immaturity? heh. It's learned helplessness, Biskit and I decided. They led me around by my hair for eighteen years, and now they want me to take initiative and do everything on my own, and I just kind of roll over and whimper. I was such a daddy's little girl when I got here that I thought my first roommate was DEAD IN A GUTTER somewhere when she stayed out all night the first time. My little brain is like...Dammit. If you pushed me this far, you'd freakin better well push me the rest of the way, cause God knows this isn't where I wanted to be or what I wanted to be doing anyway. if they let me start calling the shots NOW, heaven knows where I'll run.

oh well. And so it goes.

I think we left my car window down, and it rained chunks. sigh. I think it only rains on the rare occasions I take the car anywhere, on the off chance we'll do that. Some putz left a flyer for something under my windshield, too, and I'll be picking neon yellow shreds of wet paper off the poor thing for days.

Lordisa. And now he wants to call, and I am nothing on the phone, especially after about nine thirty. I have no voice. I told Punker today that I'd rather lose my tongue than a finger, because I type more than I talk. Realspace conversations I can handle, but telephones are inhuman and evil. Except when I call Biskit. But then, she's like the honorary quadruplet or something.....

fuck. If Biskie is the DEAD TRIPLET, that explains SO MUCH that I have to go to bed RIGHT NOW.

hee. "it's peachy."