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Saturday, 10/14/00
I woke up today around ten a.m. and then went back to sleep and then woke up for good around 1:30 p.m. I stayed in bed and read about Augmentin from the link I put in last night. I learned that the reason I spent all of Wednesday vomiting was the grape juice I drank, which (the grape juice) is one of the worst things that you can put in your body while on Augmentin. Delightful.
So I got up and ate the other half of the Subway Pizza Sub that I bought for Friday's lunch, then went downstairs and flipped through a Newsweek. Uninteresting.
I tried to do laundry, but someone used all my Tide and Downy. Bastards.
Then I tried writing my Ben Jonson paper. I got a page and a half done. It is stupid and I'd rather not do it. Regrettably, it stands between me and a diploma.
Cole and I went to Pepito's Grill, which was just peachy.
Cole and I went to turn in some movies and then stopped at Alison and Megan's apartment. We talked about high school and the Baptist Church and discontent with living in Tuscaloosa. I don't mind living in Tuscaloosa. It's superior in every way to attending high school, which was a total fucking waste of time. The discussion lasted about three hours. Interesting and fun.
Then the interesting stuff happenned. Megan and Alison's neighbors, who are called Bo and Luke, were very drunk and were on the balcony. They hit Megan and Alison's door several times and when one of them hit the door really hard I said "Something something something, motherfucker." Which may not have been the best thing to say just then. But nothing came of it. These two high school guys who were staying there (who, by the way, are way fucking bigger than me and if they got the jump on me would undoubtedly fuck my stickboy shit up) went out, talked shit, and ultimately seemed to sort of befriend them. Unexpected.
Then we watched Fabio throw Tom Green in the pool. As it was getting close to five a.m., Cole and I decided to go home. I noticed the heater in the car smelled like what at first seemed to my nose to smell like shit, and asked Cole if the air coming out of the heater in the car smelled like shit. He said no, but it did smell strange. Then we got out of the car and found out that not only the air coming out of my car's heater smelled like what smelled to my nose like shit, but so did all the air in the vicinity as far as the nose could divine. Unpleasant.
As I type this, it's fifteen after five on the morning of Sunday, October 15. This record is unfortunately not well laid out, because I am tired as the elastin in an old woman's ass on the surface of Jupiter.
Before this goes too far, I just want to say that I have no intention whatsoever of beating anyone to death with a brick inside a stocking.
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