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10/20/2002 entry: "I'll never figure it out.."

Time management escapes me. No wonder I'm always so stressed out..

Yeah, so I just spent a couple hours fruitlessly searching for something that I realized doesn't exist. Bah. Course, if the site I was looking at made it easier to find what you're looking for, maybe...

Anyhow. So Friday, I ended up once again going out by MYSELF. I actually found that coffeehouse, and I stayed there til close actually. It was neat. Not completely ideal, but then again nothing is. The people who played didn't exactly blow me away, but a couple of them were actually really good guitar players. And this one guy covered Salisbury Hill and if I wasn't such a stonefaced wallflower in situations like that, I would have squealed, just a little bit. I love that song. For a while I didn't know it was Peter Gabriel, but then I was listening to it one time and I figured it out. Makes it that much better.

Saturday I went home, and then went to Sara's until like midnight. Well, we were out in the Countryside Dunkin Donuts parking lot for most of that time. We now have tentative plans in the works. We're calling a girls night sometime this week, to hang out at my house and play stupid girly games we still have and watch Ren and Stimpy tapes. Of course, every time we get together it's a girls night... but yeah. So, it'll be Sara, Nia and me. And, Sara said to invite my roommate too (so Miss Roommate, we don't have a day set yet, but i'll let you know... ).

Then this coming Friday, we're going to the cafe again, except the three of us are all going and Sara wants me to bring my acoustic guitar just in case they get the urge to play. And, sometime before the end of the term, we're doing the same girls night idea, except hardcore. Haha, excuse me, I have to go give myself 40 lashes for saying hardcore..

Well, it's just instead of hanging out at my house for a while, we're actually going to stay overnight. And drink. Well, if my parents don't mind... which they shouldn't, since the remote control will be the most complicated piece of machinery we would touch all night. And as I recall, you can't kill anybody with a remote control.

So, it'll be like we're 13 again. Except that we're 20, cynical, and will be under the influence. I can hear the guy-bashing already, haha. Yes, totally.

I have absolutely no Halloween plans. That really bites. It'll be a Thursday night. I'll have to get up early the next day, anyways. I'm sure I'll spend it doing homework. Though, if it's nice enough out, maybe I'll go for a walk and watch all the kids being crazy. Oh wait, this is Naperville... ummm.. nevermind. There won't be anything entertaining. Everyone will be home before dark. There will be no shaving cream on the sidewalks. No litter in the streets. Creepy atmosphere, maybe. But it's just not the same at all.

Alright, my neck hurts, my head hurts, I'm tired, I have work to do, I still have to go to the store, etc etc etc. Sundays suck.