hmm. i was supposed to post something funny for ABBY
i’m sure you’ll be reading this. silly siddhartha is due tomorrow and chances are you’ll be starting at what, say, 1:00am? haha.
and i thought i functioned well on minimal sleep!
anywho, abby, i am at a loss for humor at the moment. my neck hurts and i have a something in my back. i’m not sure what it is, but it must be cracked and remolded every ten minutes. a persistent ache between my shoulder blades.
debating whether or not i’ll wake up early to take a shower tomorrow morning or do it tonight (after finishing…my last.. 4 or 5 chapters).
ANYHOW. no panera tomorrow… i never truly confirmed with sophie or maya. perhaps we’ll do friday.
Dedicated to: Xenia Aims… because she likes to start drama and beat lots of ass. Senior ass, more accurately. It’s quite hilarious, but I could not stay to watch…due to… general self image reasons. HAHA I love you!!!
Sam Nicholson’s party:
1) Where was Sam Nicholson? Didn’t see her all night. Where was Robert Nicholson? Didn’t see him all night either. An enigma…
2) Will. Volunteering to follow me upstairs for some “gay shit,” not to mention his references to Sophie… HAHAHA a threesome’s never gonna happen.
3) Punching Eyal - my only side effect. Sorry Eyal, and for asking, “Who are you?”
4) Xenia busting open the door accusing me of shit then running out. Dante’s friend busting in asking me repeatedly, what ethnicity I was. ”No really. You have to tell me.”
5) Me running downt he stairs and Xenia smacking that girl. Don’t worry Xenia - she told me not to bring you around anymore, but the other guy (Andy I think) said you were cool. “Balls-y” was the word he used. BUCK!
6) Xenia on the side of the road in the dark. You stuck your thumb out like you were hitchiking! Get iiin, gir! Hahhaha
7) Altercations with Hank and Michael. I remember slapping someone and screaming expletives outside a church. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH ME. BUCK!
8) Also - I heard Cara farted on Don. Because he wouldn’t tell her a secret. Later she threatened she’d “Double Fart” on him. I don’t know…
or maybe i just mean i want to write more text posts. i feel i’ve been skimping on those recently (not that you care or have been “dying to hear more” or anything, it’s just for me..) but i don’t really have much to write about.
i saw sophie yesterday for an hour. i bought these cookies from david’s produce that are oh-my-god-amazing and i’ve been reading this book that i really enjoy. today i woke up to the pungent odor of…some kind of soup/stew my mom has been making for my dad. it’s supposed to be good for them and help them trim down i think. i don’t think i have to eat it to trim down … i want to hurl every time the stench wafts in through the crack of my door. disgusting.
i was in st. louis a few days ago dropping off my sister, dominique at law school. i took a tour of the school and asked about their average SAT/ACT scores. 33 guys, 33. Lalalala. we (my dad and i) drove back and stopped at two hotels. to sleep in the parking lot —- not a minute wasted! dominique called me yesterday i think, i was too tired to pick up. i was also too tired to work yesterday at mellow mushroom (spotted: temesgen, taylor, joey, michael d, tyler) which has also been polluting my dreams with smells of pesto pizza. need to find my other work shirt, beeteedubs.
well this has been super interesting so far (not) - school’s starting soon. i feel like in a week and a few days, does anyone know the exact date? does anyone give a shit? i think i had a dream about school just yesterday. i was strolling through the halls in my pajamas depressed and down-trodden. i remember apathy was in the air, as well as a very strong smell (that fucking soup i tell you!).
woke up today pretty late. too late. would like to wash clothes. would like also, to find that brown shirt i always wear. i miss it.
anyways. this post sucked. and so will many more to come. heh.