2004-04-20 Starred vs. stared!
Surreal thing: I was sitting around my apartment today, chilling, watching The Simpsons, when the doorbell rings. I figured it was for Hayk, since I sure as hell wasn't expecting anyone, but I didn't hear him move toward the door, so I went up and answered it.
It was Tim.
He hated Arizona so much that he hopped on the Greyhound and came back. Walked straight to my place from the station.
I've been pretty dumbfounded. But I don't know what he's expecting now. I guess it's sweet of him, in a way, but I... don't want him back. Not after this fucking laser tag.
But, yeah, what the fuck.
What's funny is that Victor asked me if I'd take him back if he came back to Iowa City.
"You mean like, if he came back RIGHT NOW and apologized and blahblahblah?"
"Yeah, like in the movies."
Yeah, what the fuck.
Anyway.
I think "possum" as a codeword is an amazing thing. The idea is that you say "possum" (like in this Teen Girl Squad cartoon) whenever someone you don't like walks into the room, to warn your friends. It's morphed into calling people I don't like "possums." It's given birth to things like "He's a definite possum," "He's high on my possum list" (because I have imaginary lists of everything, I'm finding), "He's starting to become a possum..." and so forth. "He's a definite possum" actually came out of my mouth today.
Teen Girl Squad is amazing.
Doing catching-up stuff with French still. It's coming along. That's about all I can say for that.
Boo = sickness.
9.42pm
