2004-04-15 The golden sunlight of you
I got an email from Tim today. He's in Arizona. I way called that.
I'm far less "Screw you, Tim Pothoff" as I was. Which is great. Alena and I had an impromptu phone number deleting party in the coffee shop today. I deleted his number (no use for it anymore, anyway, really) and Cory's number. Cory needs to get the FUCK out of my existence. We had one date, it was ok but back in November and I didn't care. He needs to get the hint and leave me the fuck alone.
Other lame thing of today: Still got that weird rash. It's freaking me out. Maybe it's related to all the medication I've been eating lately. If it's not gone by... Monday, I guess, I'll head back into the doctor. I'm pretty sick of doctors, though, let me tell you.
Go here and listen to the goddamned funniest song in the world. It's all about being proud to be Deutsche.
I'm sort of doing my German homework, but mostly not. There's alot of weird online bullshit that I don't want to do, all revolving around that song. I am not going to spend the night listening to that fucking song.
Got invited out to a birthday party-type thing for a girl I don't know by some friends of mine. I'm planning on going. It should be fun.
I also need to get ahold of Larson and hijack back my CD that I loaned him back in January.
I learned how to say "I would like a large coffee" in Chinese today. **heart** **heart** to that weird laser tag.
Big shout-out to Neal for "laser tag." Some story he told me that I probably don't remember quite right prompted that bit of surrealist slang. "What's up with this laser tag bull-fucking-shit." Hence, "laser tag" = "bullshit." I'm not sure when this entered my vocabulary, but there it is. Fucking laser tag.
I'm just being a putz online at this point.
I need to
...
Fuck. Something.
At least I'm not going crazy in your attic, right?
8.41pm
