*saturday, december 8
At this present moment, my room is in a state of complete and utter chaos (it could'a been the giant locusts...). I can't really make an effort to pick anything up, though; most of the things on the floor are clothes. So, my desire to be a camwhore continues, and I take pictures of myself on the webcam then delete most of them and save the others... for what? (Self-improvement is masturbation. -Tyler Durdan.) I'm not really sure what the attraction to the camwhores is, but it's probably something about just not knowing who they are yet being able to look into their lives anyway... Much like diaryland diaries of strangers, which are apparently addictive, but with visuals which make it that much cooler. Dude: I just noticed that at the top of the page there's a new bar. "Terra/Lycos Network. Hello, hi/sevena." As if that were anywhere close to my name... heh.
Friday was fun enough, except for the random periods of boredom... I'd say the highlights were a)Money, by Pink Floyd b)Led Zeppelin... I think it was Misty Mountian Hop but to be honest I don't really remember c)talking to Dave (Assad... "why do I get a last name?!") under the table for a good 10 minutes. I never talk to Dave, never have anything to say, except for the rare occasion. It was funny that everyone thought we were making out. Essentially, on Friday I was far too drunk. That's the jist (gist?) of it.
~check ya later
