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03/30/2003 entry: "HEY"

Okay, so.. I'm kind of on my third hard lemonade of the night, and I have to get up in 8 and a half hours. Not a problem. I will sleep well.

I am sooooooooooooooooooooooooo confused. Welcome to my hell, everyone.

Okay, I exaggerate, I'm not in hell. But ow, I wish I would stop getting random stomach pains. Yuck. Probably from Pizza Hut earlier.

I'm in an okay mood I guess, I talked to Michael for the first time in a while earlier tonight. He went to bed already. I always enjoy our conversations cause he teaches me about Zimbabwe and cricket and rhyming slang.

I'm listening to my CDs and though msot of them are damaged and scratched badly, my Modest Mouse one is working fiiiiiiiiiine. And that's good. It's a little depressing, and I just wrote some crazy lyrics. But that's GOOD, not bad. Well, it's a good thing that I wrote the crazy lyrics instead of just wallowing in my confusion. And my annoyance at the CD damage.

I saw that Greek Wedding movie tonight. It was cute... in a "this sucks but I'm lonely and it gives me hope" kind of way. There's nothing really going ON in the movie. Within the first like 40 minutes of the movie, the main character goes from ugly to pretty, finds a guy she likes, dates him, AND gets him to propose. WHAT? It's just a "masses" kind of movie. As in the masses don't really care about movies and will watch whatever crap you throw into the nearest multiplex. YEEHAW! I have to admit, being Greek looks kind of fun. But then I think of Full House and that feeling gets ripped away. Thankfully.

Anyhow, it didn't make me want to rip my eyeballs out, there were a couple pretty funny parts, but it certainly wasn't anything brilliant or even "pretty good". Or good at all. It was just your average romantic comedy.

Okay, I have half a bottle of this stuff to finish, and some other things awaiting me in my room. I'm going to do that, pass out, and then MOVE BACK TO SCHOOL TOMORROW MORNING. HA.

By the way, I don't know where Kevin is, he's either at home asleep or off in Bufu Canada still. Guess I'll find out tomorrow.

On one hand, this term will suck because of all the shit I have to do. On the other hand, I have a lot of shit to do and won't play the "oh pathetic me, boodie-hoo" game. I JUST WISH I HAD MY CAR BACK. MOTHER FUCKER. I won't have one til at LEAST after this summer, if even then.

Somebody count how many spelling errors / typos I had in this entry. I have to rate myself. 2 1/2 hard lemonades = how many errors?

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH. I'm fucking going. To dream about playing cricket in the park. Weeee. Kick my ass to bed, Modest Mouse.