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wreck of the hesperus
Oct. 8th, 2000 01:56 pmI am the little no-brain girl. I stayed up until after three Friday night, even though I was DEAD TIRED and had intended to go to sleep after finishing evilpookie, but that boy called. It was like my freshman year, when we would make painfully huge phone bills talking every night. Which is prly why I didn't QUITE run home screaming after Christmas.
Now he is coming in three days. It may take me that long to clean up this hole. Dust dust dust dust dust dust dust wah.
Last night I played with Punkin for a very, very long time. From five until about two. Heheheee You should all be proud of her for putting up with me for nine hours. We ate too much at evilfoodworld and DID NOT SEE THE NON-BEAUTIFUL LEAH. (Not that this Leah is not beautiful in her own way, but she is not the Leah designated as Beautiful-Leah.) And we ALWAYS spend two hours at Wal Mart, which is why we only go on weekends, because we have nothing better to do than grace them with our presence.
Then we went back to her apartment and had a Macca moment for about six hours. Heehhheeeeheeeheeee sigh. Someone spoon me into a Jello mold and put me in the fridge until I recover. It's just WRONG for me to be like this. I WILL ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS. I try not to be. I don't do it for weeks. Then I'll be really stressed and cranky and growl at everyone, and, out of nowhere, something will remind me, and I'll have a twitch fit. Never try to hold any kind of conversation with me during these times. It doesn't work. That poor boy was on the phone with me once when I'd been watching Rockshow for about an hour and had progressed into bounce-mode. "*bounce bounce bounce* Heeeeheheehehehehehehee...uuuuh. *bounce*" "Um. Are you okay?" "*bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce* HEEEHEHEHEH *bouncebounce* HEHEHEHEHEE no. I am going to throw UP."
ooh well. And so it goes.
Now I have re-discovered my Cloud Nine tape. Poor George doesn't get any attention. I got my mind seeeet oooon yooou. hehehee um. Maybe I shouldn't have chased that coffee with a Coke.
NUTS. I need to pull myself together enough to work on Java things. yippee. At least I only have one class tomorrow, and it's NOT ECON. He canceled it, for whatever reason, and I am happy.
I need to mail both my parents now. They understand. They had to live with me for the worst four years of it.
Rock on lovers everywhere because that's basically it. I MUST BE A PRINCESS TO HAVE THAT RECORD TWICE.
Now he is coming in three days. It may take me that long to clean up this hole. Dust dust dust dust dust dust dust wah.
Last night I played with Punkin for a very, very long time. From five until about two. Heheheee You should all be proud of her for putting up with me for nine hours. We ate too much at evilfoodworld and DID NOT SEE THE NON-BEAUTIFUL LEAH. (Not that this Leah is not beautiful in her own way, but she is not the Leah designated as Beautiful-Leah.) And we ALWAYS spend two hours at Wal Mart, which is why we only go on weekends, because we have nothing better to do than grace them with our presence.
Then we went back to her apartment and had a Macca moment for about six hours. Heehhheeeeheeeheeee sigh. Someone spoon me into a Jello mold and put me in the fridge until I recover. It's just WRONG for me to be like this. I WILL ALWAYS BE LIKE THIS. I try not to be. I don't do it for weeks. Then I'll be really stressed and cranky and growl at everyone, and, out of nowhere, something will remind me, and I'll have a twitch fit. Never try to hold any kind of conversation with me during these times. It doesn't work. That poor boy was on the phone with me once when I'd been watching Rockshow for about an hour and had progressed into bounce-mode. "*bounce bounce bounce* Heeeeheheehehehehehehee...uuuuh. *bounce*" "Um. Are you okay?" "*bouncebouncebouncebouncebounce* HEEEHEHEHEH *bouncebounce* HEHEHEHEHEE no. I am going to throw UP."
ooh well. And so it goes.
Now I have re-discovered my Cloud Nine tape. Poor George doesn't get any attention. I got my mind seeeet oooon yooou. hehehee um. Maybe I shouldn't have chased that coffee with a Coke.
NUTS. I need to pull myself together enough to work on Java things. yippee. At least I only have one class tomorrow, and it's NOT ECON. He canceled it, for whatever reason, and I am happy.
I need to mail both my parents now. They understand. They had to live with me for the worst four years of it.
Rock on lovers everywhere because that's basically it. I MUST BE A PRINCESS TO HAVE THAT RECORD TWICE.