6-29-03

I need to look up more quotes and stuff. I have them underlined in my books…I’m just too lazy, meh. I wish I could have helped the guys clean their apartment. I had to go out for coffee with Ed. Blah!!! B’s mending her boy’s pants…now that is cute. Boredom turns her in a housewife. This isn’t necessarily bad because these boys need a mom. Man, the demons of depression hit me hard last night. My buddy mentioned my ex’s name and the water works just started up…I became a human slip ‘n’ slide. My cheeks were drenched in tears. Come on, don’t tell you haven’t ever been that sad. Yeah, thought so. I got an email the other day. I was jazzed as hell. I love getting email. The best part of this email was that it didn’t start out by saying “you’re gorgeous” because somehow if someone starts out talking to you like that then you’re not sure if everything that person says after that is an attempt to get into your pants. I mean beyond the usual attempts to get into a woman’s pants…skirt in my case. Looking back at the pictures of me in bikinis the one of me “tan” looks so funny. I blame the shiny body. Stupid shiny bodies. Music videos on a crazy, lazy, warm summer afternoon... a good way to spend time. Go Orgy!!! You know, I think I’m bored enough to watch an Evening with Kevin Smith and pull out cool quotes.

I went to UCSB for a quarter. I hated being away from San Diego. So I moved back and started hanging out with my old friends and started going to a JC. This explains my educational background. I don’t remember the point of saying anything about that…oh yeah. I was put into a room with three other girls. I put on the survey that I like punk, metal, classic rock, and classical music. I got stuck with a HS band member, an emo-loving girl, and a rich girl with a drinking problem. If you know me then u realize that I found out this information and probably checked myself for a pulse to see if I had died and gone to hell without knowing it. But getting there the band geek was really awesome. She and I still kinda talk. That was the best match humanly possible…I think we shared classical music and classic rock. The emo-loving girl and I also got along. She was just so nice and cool. Meeting her made me take back everything mean I ever said about emo…she and I shared “punk” music. As for the blonde rich girl…she was a last minute addition to our room because something mysterious happened to our “original fourth.” So the blonde… she shared nothing with us. In the beginning of the quarter the band geek was making bets with how long it would be before I killed the blonde. Blondie had an annoying habit of talking, not just talking like anyone else…no she wouldn’t shut up. If someone started talking, she still wouldn’t stop. You could stand there waiting to say something for like 20 minutes before you realized she wasn’t going to let you talk and you get up. I remember this once she stayed up all night studying for her test and then woke up at 5 AM to review. She couldn’t stay awake so she drank coffee and ate like 5 caffeine pills (was it five? Hmm… well some ungodly number of pills that should cause someone to get their stomach pumped.) In the beginning of the year Blondie didn’t have her radio alarm clock set to a radio station so we’d all be woken up exceptionally early by static. Some how the frustratingly loud static didn’t seem to wake her as easily as it made the rest of us shoot up in our beds. Eventually she found a radio station with talking in the mornings… ugh. Je deteste talk radio. So sometimes we’d lay there in bed away listening to the annoying chatter hoping she’d soon wake up. Some mornings we’d wake up to the static or talk and we’d look over to realize she wasn’t there. On of us would have to climb down from our bunk beds and climb up hers to shut off her alarm. Another problem with Blondie was her propensity to puke. She would eat too much and puke. She ate nachos once, and said “uh, I’m so full” and continued to eat…who would have guessed she would have puked later (in the bathtub in our room.) What are the odds of vomit rising out of the pipes of a tub with drainage difficulties? Even the olives came up at my band geek roommate. Yuck! She spewed chunks just about every Friday night…err early morning. When someone would come into the room late at night the three of us would leave the lights on until the last person was home. We’d go to be with the lights on just so everyone could get into the room without furniture problems. When Blondie came in though, every time she’d turn out the lights; she’d ask if she could if I was still up on the computer. It didn’t matter if someone was still out, she’d just turn them off anyway. She’d invite people into our room to do activities that were forbidden in the dorms. Once emo-girl actually got in trouble because of these activities, she got written up and wasn’t even partaking in the drinking. After that incident band geek changed the forecasts from when I’d kill Blondie to when emo-girl would kill her. But yeah, for a couple of months I lived in another city. That was good for me. Nice, but not nice enough. Nothing beats San Diego.