outer-jessie's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- rolling around in leaf piles I'm going on vacaaaaation, I'm going on vacaaaaation! Vacation, shmation, claaaaaaytion! Woo! Yeah. I thought it would be cool to stay up late and wait for Rob to get home last night, because the next day was my Friday and I would only have to work four hours. I managed to stay awake till quarter past one, and by the time Rob got in I was incoherent. But of course, that doesn't stop me from trying to make conversation. I always make a concerted effort to make lots of sense when I talk in my sleep, only to find out the next morning that my sense-making facility was incapacitated. And now I have a headache because I didn't get enough sleep. Woo, vacation! Who cares, really, I'll be out of here in one hour and forty-seven minutes, I'll shower, shave, and sleep, and make a tasty soup from my mother's recipe that I've been dying for many a moon. Ooooh. Yay fall! We have the whale watch tomorrow, which I'm not entirely looking forward to, even though it was my idea and my initiative to buy the tickets. Nevertheless, it's not grooving with my idea of a fall celebration. Whale watching should be a strictly summer event...despite the fact that any one I've ever been on has been freakishly cold. But I haven't been in ten years, and I haven't been meeting many whales lately, so it'll be a good thing. I bought yet another disposable camera for the occasion. I've been buying Christmas presents all morning. It's fantastic, I love it. Too bad I'm all po', and will probably severely overdraw my fundage to accomodate my malevolent generosity. Feh. What's a little bankruptcy in the grand scheme? Speaking of my friends (oh wait, no we weren't), I talked to one of them, one of the (very) few I still have, last night on the phone for an hour and a half. And the other one was over for dinner on Saturday. Yep, that about wraps it up for my high school friends! Funny how that paragraph started with no intention of being bitter, and revealed its true colors by the end. My mind has a mind of its own. I don't really know how that works, but there you have it. Now, a mid-morning rap, old school. I'm your pounding headache and I'm here to say, That I hate your brain, so I'm here to stay! You think you'll have a short day and go home at noon, Take a nap, take a shower and eat soup with a spoon But I've had a master plan since the eve of my creation, I packed my bags and now I'm joining you on your vacation! Break it down. *wee wee, weeOOO, wee wee, weeOOO, weep; womp, bawowow, bada bamching FOO* Stupid headache! *shakes fist* How often do you get to shake your fist in real life? Honestly, I think this is a question that deserves some pensive thought. And how often do you get to have a ten minute conversation with your co-workers about pockets? Seriously, how often, because that happened to me yesterday. Ooh, yes! An order confirmation for Rob's birthday present. I think I might just have to give in and admit I am, in fact, the best girlfriend in the whole world. I've been resisting, but eventually, you have to be honest with yourself and just face facts. My latest serendipitous discovery is this diary. Emily is amazing. I love reading a person's entire diary and watching them grow over the course of it. It's still hard for me to believe that people like Emily and Davey exist, but that's why reading their diaries is so enjoyable. Life affirming. I appreciate it, even if I can't fully grasp it. Yes! I've been googled for "mairsy dotes", rather than the perpetual hits for "Uncle Jesse porn"! Aw, and "Spanish word for teacher's pet" (sorry, I don't know the answer to that). It really is disturbing how many hits I've been getting for porn involving Uncle Jesse and, just recently, Zoog Disney. You sick fucks, Zoog Disney is all kids. I could have you arrested, I have your ip address. Wow, another paragraph whose winds turned from good to bad in the course of a few sentences. So yeah, I'm...going on vacation. 10:10 a.m. - 2002-10-10 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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