Saturday, October 19, 2002

 

I don't want to do homework...

So here I am :-) But I'm thinking about leaving soon.... If I can figure out how to breathe, I might drag my lazy butt down to the library to study. Breathing shouldn't be something you have to think about.... grr.

And if I could get rid of my roommate, I might could get some work done. Everytime I get good and started on anything, she starts yapping about like, jobs, or Ian, or money, or just crap... and I lose track of what I'm doing. Granted, my concentration isn't what it should be (I have drugs to thank for that)... but still, I really think that if she'd be still for a minute, I could do something. Except, now she's being still, but she turned on the radio, and the country music is rattleing around in my head.... it's not that I don't like country.... it's that today is just not the day for it. Today is more of a...... Sinatra day? or Nat King Cole? Or the Andrew's Sisters.... or something that is not country. Preferably soft jazz. Harry Conick, Jr. would be nice. But Elisa doesn't like that kind of music. And it's all about her. So my head hurts.

And I'm hungry. But not hungry enough to cook. maybe.... maybe I'll go over to William's and finish off my Chinese food I left over there. Or maybe I'll make a union run. There's a deer in Chad's back yard. An eight-point buck. Just thought you'd like to know. Or maybe I'll get off my bum and cook. Or maybe I'll starve. In any case, I'm hungry.

And I hate Wal-mart. The one time I actually decide to spend money and buy a dvd that Chad doesn't have, they don't carry the dadgum thing. I mean, really.... who doesn't carry Memento? (Wal-mart in Stark-vegas). Grr. And they don't have ham, either.

Maybe I will go out tonight and show off my new Kenny parka. It's orange. And it has a hood. I'm going to zip it all the way up until only my eyes show, and shuffle around mumbling at everyone through my parka. *smile*.

My roommate sees sex in everything..... she's always yelling about how this is all about sex, or that is all about sex. Everything is all about sex..... Which I guess is ok, if you're not Elisa, but it rubs her the wrong way.... and then, of course, she yells at me about it. Like I can fix it. Like I want to fix it.... Most of it is in her mind, anyway.... grr. Anyway.....

I really need to do homework.

posted by Deedee 5:18 PM