I skipped a day. Oops.
Today's rendezvous included a trip to a local art museum. I was surrounded by 'those artsy types'.. clad in taylored, black clothing and magnificently colorful hair extensions and / or purses (a work of art in themselves). I listened and watched as they stood at various angles to view the few pieces of abstract art which were displayed-- making detailed comments on the use of color. Sigh. I am now in the mood to paint like a banshee and drink blackened coffee. Instead, I have changed the look of this wonderful pita. Love me!
Tuesday, July 3, 2001 - 11:23 p.m.
I almost didn't post anything tonight. Too bad. The evening is shot for me- my eyelids are already feeling quite heavy, and sleep seems very appealing. But even though nobody really reads this-- just sign the guestbook, I thought I'd just say a few things before I hit the hay. I apologize, first and foremostly, for the quality of my posts. They lack in content and creativity, unlike the ones at myredself, and I should be brutality punished for my lacking intelligence. Someday, I will make up for it-- but not today. As I said, I'm tired. (Be on the lookout for a new and fancy personal site soon-ish?)
Monday, July 2, 2001 - 4:55 p.m.
Another eventful day at the soup kitchen, and I'm exhausted. Who thought volunteer work would be so tiring? Nonetheless, the look on the people's faces after recieving a nice hot meal is (almost) as rewarding as being paid. Or maybe I've just gone soft. Maybe I'm just pleased because _____ (a retiree who works at the soup kitchen) is in New York on vacation and out of my hair. No longer must I clean the soup cauldron repeatedly, or be forced to look at his old, beady eyes! Life is good.
I'm jealous of this girl, because she's really cute, and her site rocks the cashbah. *sniffs and goes back to reading driving manual* Yes, that's right kids; I will be on the road soon. Watch out. Mwahaha. Note to reader- dancing dashboard-bound hula girl doll donations are welcome.
Free condoms! Safe sex for everyone. *eyes go crossed*
Sunday, July 1, 2001 - 1:46 p.m.
Last night, I finally used the relaxation tape that Heather gave me. It's supposed to help me stop cracking my knuckles, back, neck, toes, ankles, and wrists, which has become an odd and annoying habit of mine. Surprisingly, it worked, and sleep was actually good and uninterrupted.
Interesting fact of the day- Did you know, that pot actually increases one's sexual drive? Who would've thought?
I can already tell that this will be one of those days during which I'll sit and twiddle my thumbs. And willingly, nonetheless. I plan on adding a section dedicated to my photography and various other things sometime soon, that is, if my scanner stops being evil and works for once. I also plan on taking a nice hot bubble bath toward the middle section of the day. I read once in a stupid beauty magazine about the power of bubble baths, and was inspired to take one. I guess the editors at Cosmo aren't such bimbos after all.
Everyone should own a Son of Sam compact disc. Davey Havok from AFI sings lead vocals, and a few Misfits are also featured on the album. The verdict- Songs from the earth is an essential Im-such-a-badass-,-play-this-loud record.
Saturday, June 30, 2001 - 5:34 p.m.
I have returned from a sort of 'slumber party' at a friend's house. Last night, we both sat upon her trampoline and gazed up at the nighttime sky, watching heat lightening strike in streaks of brilliant purples and pinks. It was one of those moments that you read about in novels, where the main character realizes important things in life and recalls upon their mistakes and decisions. I sat there like a lump, slapping my legs occasionally trying to kill the mosquitos that clang to my legs. My hands were soon covered in black mush, and so we finally went inside. But I still thought about the experience of actually seeing and appreciating nature, well into the morning.
I'm currently listening to Fatboy Slim, ghetto fabulous bracelet on my wrist. Someone very special sent it to me via United States postal service, but it was broken when I recieved it. So I just used a safety pin to hitch it back together, and now it's a sort of memoribila piece, so whenever I look at it, I can remember that person. I'm so resourceful lately. Fixing bracelets... making picture frames, wow. I guess all those daytime craft t.v. shows and do-it-yourself manuals have finally come in handy... to some extent. There's only so much you can do yourself.