relax. (don't do it... hehe.) let go. let your mind tell your body to sleep.
(you wouldn't understand)
i find myself amidst (this isn't a word?!) a sea of parentheses here. i wonder why that it is. no focus, i think.
i find it interesting that i attempt to communicate to people i've sworn not to talk to through vague messages here. but i'm more intrigued that my attempts are successful.
i've never really sworn not to talk to anyone, actually. i'm not that callous.
the vote is in. spooge is becoming a cdj. (that's a cd dj for those of you not in the know.)
i'm still a fan of the vinyl though. perhaps i can become slater's new too-young-for-him girlfriend and he can buy me some technics and give me some sweet, sweet vinyl.
i went out with the UPSers last night. only one of them is actually still UPSing it up. (what kind of idiot manager actually performs drug deals at work and expects to get away with it?!)
mike walked me out to my car. i think he was expecting more than a hug. i have no idea why. i was actually leaving because i was on the verge of letting loose on the guy about what a total jackass he is.
i mean, he's a really good guy--just not so bright. and when he's drunk, man does he say and do some stupid things. and, of course, he just doesn't know when to stop.
my friend, chad, is leaving the X next saturday. i'd like to do something really nice for him before he goes, but i can't think of what yet.
he's going to manage his own mcdonald's, so i'm thinking i may make cupcakes with the stupid golden arches on them or something. i dunno.
i'm weird. i'd love it if someone did stuff like this for me, but i'm always afraid that people will just think i'm an absolute nut if i do it for them. so, maybe he'll just get a handshake.
god i suck.
i got my bursar bill today. somehow, i forgot how much a full semester costs. ouch!
and i'd like to mention that my stafford loan ($175) doesn't even cover my technology fee.