Friday, 5/25/2001

Tomorrow's graduation. *sniffle* There's a farewell-type dance tonight and I think I'm going to cry there. Maybe. With all the other sobbing people, I'm sure it won't be hard.

Nick gave me a CD with an assload of pictures of here folk. How cute. As is the picture of him studying on it...mmm. Yum.

Scott and I talked over IMs a few nights ago, I think. Hm.

Well then. I'll be going back to my room to sulk.


Wednesday, 5/23/2001

Wrote a Esliotesque poem yesterday night.

SOB Buffy's over. There's the end of another era in pop culture...Spike knuckling to the dirt and sobbing when he sees her body was yummy. Yeah, she died. Not that I followed the show much, but James Marsters...Ohhhhh, yes...


Monday, 5/21/2001

Three men, four days, and an impossible dream.

You go figure.


Wednesday, 5/16/2001

All right, the AP tests weren't so bad. And by that, I mean that the Chem test was awful.

Finally, finally saw Boogie Nights. That Julianne Moore sure is a hottie. Yum.

And I saw the movie Wilde twice in two days. The actor who played Robbie, Oscar's first gay love interest, was delish. Is delish. Mmm, Michael Sheen. So delicious, in fact, that I made a collage of pictures of him and it is now the wallpaper on this computer. Oh, *drool*. It was a wonderful movie. So sad!

May Term is coming along very well. Doc Chick Smith is so cute. Have I said that before? T.S. Eliot's poetry is grand. Emotionally...uh, evocative. I think that's the right word.

And St. Clair doesn't hate me! And Kate doesn't hate me! Life is comfortable once again.

I obviously have security issues when I cannot exist happily when people I don't dislike dislike me. Hm. Must work on that.

Well then. That's about it for now. Jean left for Italy and Greece this morning. And Colin wrote me a letter!


Sunday, 5/13/2001

Can we say "Dreading mad AP tests tomorrow?"

How can it be that I have two? I'd much rather do community service.

Cleaned the room this morning, so now it is not only spartan, but also spic-and-span. Dad and sister's coming down in several hours, I'm thinking. Ugh. And the greasy weight of General's chicken dragging around my innards.

"There may not be love. There may not be...sex. But, by God, there'll be dancing!"


Saturday, 5/12/2001

I've done nothing today but watch "Murder in the First Degree." Wow, Kevin Bacon is even uglier than I remember him to be. How awful.

I woke up and read three girly magazines again. It seems to be the thing to do, I guess.

Dad and Cecil are coming down here tomorrow evening. Hm. At least I will be able to get a non-DS meal out of it.

Feel off-color today. Go figure.

Part Two of today:
I know I've succumbed to the overwhelming ennui when I start playing The Legend of Zelda for PC...good god, what is happening to it all?

Crazy some'd say...where is my friend when I need you most? Gone away...

Damn. That's a good song, and fitting. But I'll stop bitching about that now. It's making even me sick.

Jordan wrote me again! Mmm, she and Luke would be so cute together.

So. Cute.

Oh, yes, the TBA show last night was simply horrendous, but I had a lot of fun. I think that after the first talent show, the whole thing went rather downhill...can't explain it, really. Perhaps the dynamics of the group changed for the worse. Perhaps we started running out of ideas after being deprived of the influences of television.

Or maybe Scott just needs to stop hating Nick so much. It's ridiculous. Who couldn't love a cuddly boy like Nick?


Friday, 5/11/2001

Here I go again on my own, goin' down the only road I've ever known...

Whitesnake. Who knew?

I wouldn't be sitting here typing out a pointless entry if all my friends hadn't left for the weekend. Suzy's at home with John, Mel's at home with Josh, Jean's at home with her nimble fingers and too much free time...

Esty coffee was pleasant, though. So there's something to be said for being friendless and lonely.

I think there ought to be the last TBA show of the year tonight. But all the signs saying so have been, it seems, taken down. Perhaps it won't fly after all. It would've given me something to do tonight.

The Willis presentation/final went very well. I think I gave a damn good presentation. I ought to do this public speaking thing more often. It's fun.

Oh, and there's running. Oh, the running...yes, my legs are starting to hurt *less* after an episode. A good sign.

And now, I must away in continued search for someone who will keep me company through the cold, endless, infinite DS.