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dawn is a feeling
Oct. 1st, 2000 10:40 pmTonight was lasagna night. We ended up at Punkie's Leah's apartment, because the pilot light in Punkin's oven went out, and the lasagna wouldn't bake. So I got to watch them play some strange dancing PlayStation game, and then I got to watch the Leah-pookie run its scandisk. That is one neurotic baby, and I hope it waits until I'm gone to have its breakdown. I really don't feel compelled to hold its hand through the whole thing.
I am So Full. AND IT'S NOT FULL OF SHITTY CAMPUS DINING FOOD.
DAMMIT. I went to buy conditioner today, and they have MESSED WITH MY PRODUCT LINE. For the past five years, I have used Pantene for dry and damaged hair. IT NO LONGER EXISTS. They are trying to become Physique, and I had to choose between "hydrating curl" and "sleek and smooth." I opted for being sleek, since I have no curls. But I am FURIOUS. It had BETTER give me nice hair, because if I have to switch back to Vidal Sassoon after this long, I am going to be ticked. If they even still make that.
Yeah, I know, chick bitching about hair. But mine is 3.5 feet long and is an important part of my life. When it has a bad day, I can't just not look at it, because it's There.
They were also out of my cereal bars, so I had to get frozen bagels. That's okay. I like bagels. I would have gotten strawberry cream cheese to put on them, but the little fairy who lives in my head and whispers "fatfatfatfat" all the time started to spin her head, so I let it go.
I do not want tomorrow to happen. I do not want this WEEK to happen.
I just picked a fight with Sailorsomething about the abortion pill. (why do I always have to set him off.) I think it's good. He thinks it's bad. I resent that he thinks it's bad, prly because I am young and female and cannot imagine being forced to have a baby I didn't want. My second roommate freshman year got pregnant. She kept it because her boyfriend wanted her to, but she didn't want it. My dad said once that abortion is bad karma. I don't think it's worse karma than ruining your own life and another by having a baby you don't want, aren't ready for, or can't afford. Kids know when they aren't wanted.
I'll shut up on that before I get started. That is one of the very few things that can still make me MAD.
I'm not studying. why aren't I studying. Why aren't I studying and why don't I have a job and why don't I ever exercise and why don't I tell my parents I love them and why did I eat all that lasagna and why am I an evil evil evil person.
that should cover it.
Lordisa. Not to be too angst-ridden, but I occasionally wish I had some kind of group. I'm too dumb for the hardcore geeks, too geeky for the English and art majors....sigh. Back to the same old complaint. I'm too weird for the normal, safe people, and too normal for all the interesting people that I'd be afraid to hang out with anyway, because they might take me somewhere where people were drinking, and I hate drunk people, or where people were doing one of the many other things of which I disapprove for whatever reason. I don't care what people do when I'm not around, but I won't go places where I feel uncomfortable.
Which is why I'm always here, and why I spit up long, boring, pointless rants about my life. Which seem to amuse some people, inexplicably enough.
But I am glad that not everyone thinks I'm as much of a waste as I do.
I was an incubator baby. What can I say.
Oh well. If tomorrow is Monday, the next day is Tuesday, and then it's Wednesday, and there is always tomorrow again even when today is a moldy chunk of month-old Jello, so I won't worry about it. Next weekend I get to play with a huge block of uncommented, badly spaced, illogical code from Pascal du Pantalon Dorkique and try on all of Punkin's clothes. This is always amusing, because she is 5'4" and 110 pounds, and I am 5'9" and 140 pounds, so it's kind of indecent.
Now I am going to go read about Ivan the Terrible and Boris Godunov and...um...other...things...perhaps I should get up early tomorrow to review before class.
I am So Full. AND IT'S NOT FULL OF SHITTY CAMPUS DINING FOOD.
DAMMIT. I went to buy conditioner today, and they have MESSED WITH MY PRODUCT LINE. For the past five years, I have used Pantene for dry and damaged hair. IT NO LONGER EXISTS. They are trying to become Physique, and I had to choose between "hydrating curl" and "sleek and smooth." I opted for being sleek, since I have no curls. But I am FURIOUS. It had BETTER give me nice hair, because if I have to switch back to Vidal Sassoon after this long, I am going to be ticked. If they even still make that.
Yeah, I know, chick bitching about hair. But mine is 3.5 feet long and is an important part of my life. When it has a bad day, I can't just not look at it, because it's There.
They were also out of my cereal bars, so I had to get frozen bagels. That's okay. I like bagels. I would have gotten strawberry cream cheese to put on them, but the little fairy who lives in my head and whispers "fatfatfatfat" all the time started to spin her head, so I let it go.
I do not want tomorrow to happen. I do not want this WEEK to happen.
I just picked a fight with Sailorsomething about the abortion pill. (why do I always have to set him off.) I think it's good. He thinks it's bad. I resent that he thinks it's bad, prly because I am young and female and cannot imagine being forced to have a baby I didn't want. My second roommate freshman year got pregnant. She kept it because her boyfriend wanted her to, but she didn't want it. My dad said once that abortion is bad karma. I don't think it's worse karma than ruining your own life and another by having a baby you don't want, aren't ready for, or can't afford. Kids know when they aren't wanted.
I'll shut up on that before I get started. That is one of the very few things that can still make me MAD.
I'm not studying. why aren't I studying. Why aren't I studying and why don't I have a job and why don't I ever exercise and why don't I tell my parents I love them and why did I eat all that lasagna and why am I an evil evil evil person.
that should cover it.
Lordisa. Not to be too angst-ridden, but I occasionally wish I had some kind of group. I'm too dumb for the hardcore geeks, too geeky for the English and art majors....sigh. Back to the same old complaint. I'm too weird for the normal, safe people, and too normal for all the interesting people that I'd be afraid to hang out with anyway, because they might take me somewhere where people were drinking, and I hate drunk people, or where people were doing one of the many other things of which I disapprove for whatever reason. I don't care what people do when I'm not around, but I won't go places where I feel uncomfortable.
Which is why I'm always here, and why I spit up long, boring, pointless rants about my life. Which seem to amuse some people, inexplicably enough.
But I am glad that not everyone thinks I'm as much of a waste as I do.
I was an incubator baby. What can I say.
Oh well. If tomorrow is Monday, the next day is Tuesday, and then it's Wednesday, and there is always tomorrow again even when today is a moldy chunk of month-old Jello, so I won't worry about it. Next weekend I get to play with a huge block of uncommented, badly spaced, illogical code from Pascal du Pantalon Dorkique and try on all of Punkin's clothes. This is always amusing, because she is 5'4" and 110 pounds, and I am 5'9" and 140 pounds, so it's kind of indecent.
Now I am going to go read about Ivan the Terrible and Boris Godunov and...um...other...things...perhaps I should get up early tomorrow to review before class.
