I'm burning this candle right now in my room. My mom sent it to me a couple of weeks ago, but I just got around to lighting it... It's making all these cool drippy patterns down my desk. I know - I get in trouble if they catch me with a candle, but it is awfully damn cool...
I miss Peter right now. I want to call him up and tell him all about Brian and beg for advice, but he's probably just getting off work and cranky, or maybe settling into bed, and I just can't find it in myself to disturb him.
Nothing much has happened today. I wrote a morbid story about "my vision of my career," which ought to royally freak out my instructor, which might get her to come to my site, which might cause her to SIGN MY GUESTBOOK!!! (Okay, it's pathetic, but what do you want?) Then I went to Albuquerque with Mike. Nothing happened in Albuquerque, except I got a really great pair of sweats from The GAP that I've wanted since, you know, before they were on sale... Thrilling. I am now sitting in my room urging on some wax from my weird candle and listening to some bad music from the early '80's. I'm talking to wax. I suppose it could get a little duller, but...
Why is it that Brian only shows up in my room when Mike is here, and then they assume bad things about each other?
Why won't the wax drip toward the floor again instead of onto my mousepad? Dammit.
The music changed - now it's "One Night In Bangkok." And eighties song that came from a musical -- does it get any cooler?
Sometimes, I really lead a somewhat pathetic existence...
Love,
~Helena*