fish & chips
it's tuesday. i have one day until i leave for london. since saturday
night i've been feeling something funny in my throat and i figured it
was my super summer cold of death plotting to follow me to europe, so i
went to the doctor (who mostly told me i'm fat) and turns out i
actually have strep. good old streptococcus pyogenes (i wrote a report
somewhere in high school). might've had it a good long time and it just
woke up because i had the damned cold and my immune system was broken,
or maybe it was the damned cold in disguise. however, now i am armed
with twenty 250mg tablets of cefuroxime axetil. take that, strep
throat. die.
i'm about halfway packed. put my sweaters and pants into those plastic packing bags that let you fit more into your suitcase by squeezing all the air out from between the fibers of your clothes. i did some laundry while i watched tv far too late into the night. eurotrip is actually very funny (scott mechlowicz is rather attractive) and win a date with tad hamilton wasn't a complete waste, owing mostly to the performance of topher grace, which was and always is absolutely stunning. i watched two episodes of roseanne and i used pink thread to fix the pink bunny where he's been showing signs of some eighteen years of affection. he too travels to london on thursday.
my brother started smoking in spain. he wants me to buy him cigarettes before i leave. i'll do it, but i'll be laying on the guilt like he's never seen.
i had sushi with john tonight as a goodbye dinner thing. he's is worried i'll be blown up in london. he told me not to use the buses or the irish pubs. but also to find a nice scotsman to play with. it was wonderful to see him, but this girlfriend thing is not sitting well with me. this is john. my john. my john who has always rather amorously preferred the boys. i'm amazed by the things too much religion can do to a person...
i went to the b&n in gaithersburg and bought alas, babylon by pat frank. kirk wants me to read it so i figure it'll be at least part of my plane plan. i chatted with leah a bit and skirted the music department to avoid seeing lindsay. barnes & noble is incestuous. i should shop at borders during my off-seasons.
i cried for a long time last night thinking about my family and losing the house. mostly it makes me more angry than i think i've ever been and i spend a lot of time thinking of mean things to say to the state highway administration. but sometimes it just hurts so much i don't know what to do. i'm going to be away for thanksgiving this year and that means i'll never have another in this house. i've been thinking of how much this place means to me. i know to avoid the squeaky floorboard in front of the right side of the stove late at night and where it's safe to smoke pot in the backyard. i can make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich in the dark and it's taken me fifteen years, but i've checked every square inch of this house for monsters, and i don't want to have to do it again somewhere else. there ought to be at least one place i can count on to be safe and solid and this was supposed to be it, so fuck you, bob ehrlich, you piece of shit. i'd like to stab you in the eye with a super jagged stick that's been dipped in lead-based paint and shit on by a rabid dog and then maybe i'll move into your home because you took mine, only i bet you have terrible taste and no decorating style whatsoever. fuck you. ::end rant::
oh my god, so much sneezing. it isn't fair. i haven't been able to breathe clearly since july. i really hope this doesn't become something terrible like a sinus infection that comes back to bite me every three weeks until christmas, in the manner of jenn's sophomore year. fuck that shit.
i'm going to bed. i have to finish packing tomorrow.
i'm about halfway packed. put my sweaters and pants into those plastic packing bags that let you fit more into your suitcase by squeezing all the air out from between the fibers of your clothes. i did some laundry while i watched tv far too late into the night. eurotrip is actually very funny (scott mechlowicz is rather attractive) and win a date with tad hamilton wasn't a complete waste, owing mostly to the performance of topher grace, which was and always is absolutely stunning. i watched two episodes of roseanne and i used pink thread to fix the pink bunny where he's been showing signs of some eighteen years of affection. he too travels to london on thursday.
my brother started smoking in spain. he wants me to buy him cigarettes before i leave. i'll do it, but i'll be laying on the guilt like he's never seen.
i had sushi with john tonight as a goodbye dinner thing. he's is worried i'll be blown up in london. he told me not to use the buses or the irish pubs. but also to find a nice scotsman to play with. it was wonderful to see him, but this girlfriend thing is not sitting well with me. this is john. my john. my john who has always rather amorously preferred the boys. i'm amazed by the things too much religion can do to a person...
i went to the b&n in gaithersburg and bought alas, babylon by pat frank. kirk wants me to read it so i figure it'll be at least part of my plane plan. i chatted with leah a bit and skirted the music department to avoid seeing lindsay. barnes & noble is incestuous. i should shop at borders during my off-seasons.
i cried for a long time last night thinking about my family and losing the house. mostly it makes me more angry than i think i've ever been and i spend a lot of time thinking of mean things to say to the state highway administration. but sometimes it just hurts so much i don't know what to do. i'm going to be away for thanksgiving this year and that means i'll never have another in this house. i've been thinking of how much this place means to me. i know to avoid the squeaky floorboard in front of the right side of the stove late at night and where it's safe to smoke pot in the backyard. i can make a peanut butter & jelly sandwich in the dark and it's taken me fifteen years, but i've checked every square inch of this house for monsters, and i don't want to have to do it again somewhere else. there ought to be at least one place i can count on to be safe and solid and this was supposed to be it, so fuck you, bob ehrlich, you piece of shit. i'd like to stab you in the eye with a super jagged stick that's been dipped in lead-based paint and shit on by a rabid dog and then maybe i'll move into your home because you took mine, only i bet you have terrible taste and no decorating style whatsoever. fuck you. ::end rant::
oh my god, so much sneezing. it isn't fair. i haven't been able to breathe clearly since july. i really hope this doesn't become something terrible like a sinus infection that comes back to bite me every three weeks until christmas, in the manner of jenn's sophomore year. fuck that shit.
i'm going to bed. i have to finish packing tomorrow.