I'm at Rambo House, drinking a Pepsi, listening to 88.1, and waiting for Dan to call me so we can go eat and see a man about an apartment. When I woke up this morning, I felt really sick to my stomach, so I stayed in bed, and ended up coming to work today at 11. Which, you know, is progress, but I think I can do better. How do I survive the boredom, you ask? Well, there are ample distractions (things to play with on the Internet, co-workers, the radio, etc.)... Meh! I'm really hungry! Grrrr, hungry! Mmmm, children!
Last night, Julie came over and we watched the Pilot of My So-Called Life. Shortly after she left, Dan called me. We went to Wal-Mart and bought pepperoni, honey nut Cheerio's, yarn, etc. We gawked at freakishly large apples. Some nice produce lady gave us a free sample of some kind of hybrid fruit. Then we stopped by Katie Sebald's. Justin Lomelino was sleeping, and Rob and some miscellaneous guy were playing a game. Katie and I had a chance to catch up a little. Justin was going to come over for cheese, crackers, and pepperoni, but he ended up just going home. There's still a lot of pepperoni and cheese in the mini-fridge, so the offer still stands. Dan and I watched some crazy show called "Let's Bowl" where ordinary people bowl to settle arguments and win cheap and crappy prizes. What a premise.
Oh, and I still have one more ticket reserved for Friday night's performance of Dinner with Friends at Heartland. (Dan and Steve, I've already got you guys.) The first person to reach me can have the extra spot. Show's either at 7 or 7:30... I have very high expectations for the performance, since I really enjoy the script.
What's with people who aren't me spending Spring Break in New York? First Josh, now PJZ. Envy infects me! I'm currently coveting both of them. I hope I find out soon what school I'm going to, the uncertainty is making me a little insane. There's just something very eerie about not knowing where I'll be in a year. I remember this bothering me last year, too, but not as much, because I was in such deep denial.
Entries seem longer since the whole "blogs-weren't-working-for-a-while" crisis. Maybe it's because I've been writing from work, where there's nothing else productive to do. Or, you know, maybe I just never tire of expressing myself. Seems I never get enough of me... and all that.
::sigh:: Dan...? I'm sending you psychic messages that say, "Hurry. I'm bored and hungry!"
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