Hells yeah. Everyone knows Krispy Kreme is the BOMB! Even crackheads.

That was good. I suddenly heard loud music playing outside, and I went to go kneel on a chair and peer out the window to see where it was coming from - instead I knocked the chair with my knee and tipped it back. I put my foot back down to catch the chair, when it came crashing down on my toe. Stylish.

Plans for the night are cancelled. I almost feel like I can only have a social life if I don't talk about it - like how you're not supposed to tell anyone you're pregnant for the first few months, because it's bad luck. I go around telling everyone that we're going out tonight, but Joanne is too tired, so I'm staying home with mom and making pizza. Not that I blame her at all - you're tired, you're tired. Believe me, I understand. It's just - sigh. Sometimes I want to throttle myself, when I let the entire day go by and get nothing at all done. I'm sure you agree...

Y'know, I knew I used ellipses (...) a lot, but... ahh, it's a sickness! I was messing around with blogger, and decided to search for all posts containing one. Somewhere in the middle I may or may not have skipped ten, but I had either 65 or 75 posts with at least one (usually more) ellipsis. Is that not insane?

I always wonder - are these the annoying things that people hate about me, or the cute little personality traits that are just me, and what make me interesting?

I guess it depends on who's watching.

I just had the sudden urge just then to rent Eye of the Beholder. Mmmm... Ewan McGregor fetish, and sick psycho lovin'. Yay.

Wow. Strolling around IMDB, I realize that I really need to see Moulin Rouge. Ewan McGregor, *and* Nicole Kidman (I am so rooting for her. Tom Cruise is an ass.), and Kylie Minogue (I still like that song), and Ozzy Osbourne (!) and a character whose name means Mrs. Cheese in French. Classic. And I *thought* that was Jim Broadbent behind the orange goatee. Sarah told me I was wrong, but I am RIGHT! Ha ha. Neener neener boo boo.

I had another dream about the president last night. He was doing some kind of tribute, and I was on stage with all these other people, and I was sort of confused about why - then I realized it probably had to do something with losing my dad to cancer, because all the other people (the one with speaking parts) were widows. It was a really strange tribute, I recall something about throwing various objects into a giant hole. Whatever. The part I do remember is that I was violently attracted to ol' G.W.

And I think we were somewhere in the midwest.

Why can't I have happy dreams? Why?

Maybe it was the beer.

Woohoo! I love free money.

See, I've been really broke since Spring Break. In debt, actually. Well, and I still am, but.. anyway, we covered the overdraft on my BofA account so I had an extra <$5.00 in there (still in debt on Wachovia). So... I blew the extra 10 dollars of cash I had left over on an overpriced Snapple at Qdoba and an excellent pizza at Champs Americana. I had to pay 9 dollars off the tab (one dollar of which was in change - classy) and put 1.97 on my card, to which I added 2.03, leaving me with a grand total of 36 cents in my account. Wheee.

So Joanne called me up last night around 6 or so and said do you want to go drinking with me and Chi (friend from UNC) and Andrew (previously met friend at CPCC), and I said well I have nothing else to do so sure yay. (Hyper this morning, can ya tell?) Then about an hour later I realize that I have no money to pay for said drinks, and mom has been off at tennis something for hours. I wait until quarter to 9, watch friends, eat spaghetti, take a shower (not in that order), and Joanne comes along with Chi (I'm assuming that's the correct spelling) and still no mom and no money. Soooo Joanne is to be my sugar mama for the evening, and I'll pay her back with mom's cash. Because! Oh, I forgot to mention. I'm going to be Lisa's apprentice, at least for the grand masterpiece of painting my mom's bathroom like a tuscan stone wall (with sky and clouds on the ceiling - how adorable is that?), and thus earning my keep by saving mom oh, 2500 bucks by doing most of the work myself while Lisa just .. directs. But still, it wouldn't happen without her, so I think a grand is still an okay deal.

So Joanne, Chi, and me go to Southend Brewery, and wait on Andrew... and wait, and wait, and wait. Finally, he calls Joanne's cell phone (while we were in the middle of a heated debate about the nation's current nuclear defense strategy) and tells her that his first ever nude painting class was so enjoyable that he didn't realize the time because the clock was broken. Heh. So he shows up like 5 minutes later and we all have a round of drinks (except Chi, who I guess for whatever reason didn't feel like drinking. Or maybe he gave it up for Lent? I dunno if he's a Christian-type person or not...*shrug*). We discuss all important subjects like sexually explicit commercials, the Osbournes, and distributing urine over the internet. A good time was had by all, and we plan to go out again tonight.

Andrew actually ended up being my sugar daddy and paid for our drinks. So I got 20 bucks today from mom before she left, and was overall believing that I *had* to have some extra money *somewhere* that I should just be able to find. And guess what?

I found it.

Today, by federal law, PayPal reminded me that my statement was available online. I recalled that I had at least 30 bucks waiting for me from one of my shady CD-R re-sell deals (shhhh!), so I went to check out my balance. And woah baby! I had over 100 bucks in there! Free money!!!

It'll take a few days to verify my bank account, and another few days to transfer the funds, but hey - free money is free money. I love it when stuff happens just as it should. :)

Today was a day of indulgence. I did very few things on my to-do list, and a lot of stupid stuff instead. Mom 'woke me up' at 9:30 - yeah right. I rolled out of bed at quarter to twelve, feeling all messed up because I'd been only partially asleep the whole time, knowing I was supposed to get up but simply not having the desire to do so. I ate more than I should have, although not really a lot, and sat down to watch my Mythology videos. Productivity Tip #125 - when feeling especially unproductive, do *not* turn on the television, no matter what. While the tape was rewinding I flipped through some channels (old tape, long time to rewind). I noticed a weird movie on Women's Entertainment. I hit info on the little cable remote thingy, and there I see that Serpent's Kiss is not only a period piece with Pete Postelthwaite (I like him), it has... Ewan McGregor. Oh dear. There went two hours of drooling... And feeling as sumptuous and sensuous as the cloying scent of an English garden, heightened by the sudden onslaught of a thunderstorm, I took one of the more enjoyable showers I've ever experienced, reveling in the scent of my body wash. Don't think anything dirty, I was daydreaming of my future house/apartment. I want a vine of moonflowers covering my bathroom window. At least, today I do. After I got out of the shower and got dressed, I dozed (again) on my bed, listening to PJ Harvey.

There were a couple of big lightening strikes, so I went to check on my cat, and he was right outside my door, although now he's disappeared. Probably went back to sleep, since the storm went away. And I did one of my c++ labs. It was so ridiculously easy, for a while I didn't feel very much behind. Then I looked at my next lab... I really need to do something about this low energy thing I have. I know that it runs in the family, but really. This is getting absurd.

I think today was especially bad due to being woken up early, the darkness of the sky, the rain, the movie, and possibly some sort of hormone thing. I dunno. Anyway, we're going over to Brad and Whitney's for drinks, take them a wedding present, and see their new house at 7:30. I'm really not looking forward to it. That's more of Sarah's thing. I really don't care what their house looks like, I don't like wedding presents and I don't feel like drinking. I also don't know Brad and Whitney that well, although they're very nice. I mean, I've known Brad since forever, but I never really *knew* him. Whatever. At least they don't have any kids yet.

I wonder if I'll ever have kids... that would be pretty scary, wouldn't it?

Well, one lab down, 5 to go.... and the makeup lab... whatever.

Caron and I talked out almost everything, so now I know why she did what she did, and said what she said, and, I hope, vice versa. We'll see, cuz she's either already here or on her way down here for us to go out to dinner. Oh, that reminds me, I should call Andrew... but I don't know where we're going yet. So I guess I'll call Joanne, and get Andrew's number. He's a nice guy, hopefully he won't get creeped out by me calling him up out of the blue. But I saw him the other day walking by my ceramics studio. Pure luck, that I was in that room, on that day, at that time, *and* happened to be looking out the window for the 30 or so seconds that he happened to walk by. Strange.

And I talked with Ayako - poor thing. She and Dave just broke it off, or ... well, I guess that's a correct enough term. They downgraded back to friendship, at any rate. But Dave's been somewhat of an ass to her, friendwise, so I guess we'll see how that goes. I have done nothing today except talk on the phone, wander around the country lost as hell, and done one lab. And blog, blog, blog. Woohoo! Wow, it feels like it's been longer than 8 hours since I woke up... anyway.

Stay tuned for more exciting updates! (snort)

Goddamn, my programming teacher is all about some friggin mathmatics. Perfect numbers, rational numbers, triangles, etc. How about some *real life* programs, buddy? Bookstore inventory, or a calendar, or a directory listing for a company, or something like that? Why does it all have to be MATH? Math wasn't a prerequisite. WTF? This is why I didn't take programming 212 because it required me taking a math course. I see why, if this is all he's going to have us do. Ugh. Boooooring. I hate math. I HATE math. Have us do something useful! (Don't tell me math is useful. It's not. Except for basic math and occasionally some basic algebra and geometry, that's it. I never use calculus or any of that crap, EVER. It's a good thing, too, cuz I don't know how. ;)

I guess you know that you did something right if it feels like it's always been there... like, if there was a major change, but it doesn't feel at all different, and it's almost expected.

When I walk into my room now and see my bluish-purple walls, it seems like it's finally right, and it isn't jarring at all. Or when I cut my hair last year, it should have felt really strange. I cut almost a foot and a half of hair off, and my hair hasn't been that short since I was a baby, but it didn't feel weird, it felt... right.

I hope all of my changes go that well.

Woah, I was just closing down all my windows, y'know, to start programming, and I checked what my .plan was in my cgi-bin finger file to see how it looked in a big window. (don't ask...) And it was that quote I'd posted earlier from Sarah about Dick Cheney taking off his human suit and revealing that he was actually a giant alien lizard. And as soon as I'd read that, I realized I'd had a dream sometime recently that George W. had been killed and Dick Cheney was actually president, which was frightening. I remember thinking, in the dream, that I'd better take that quote off of my .plan because I might get in trouble....

Weird. Just... weird.