Dec 29, 2002 03:35
Finally, the home sickness has set in. I play the same video games every day, I don't bother to save them. I read a few chapters each night -- from different books. I talk my friends into watching movies with me, I lose interest and split halfway in.
Still haven't told mom about the breakup. I just really don't want to talk to her about it. It was easy with dad, I knew he'd respect me not wanting to discuss it with him, and he has. I would bet money that mom would do the same. But, apparently I can't tell her, anyway. Bleh.
Jackass is a totally sick movie. I almost puked... twice.
I need to switch up the operating systems on my computer, but, I'm too apathetic to do anything productive... btw, I'm on my parents' laptop here, it's a 150 mhz beast... woo, big numbers. These letters refuse to appear on the screen any faster than 3/second. It totally sucks, because I type pretty fast.
Well, I guess I'll go eat something, then I'll either play jet set radio future, or masturbate. Either way, I'll have the same dull headache.
emptiness is lonliness
and lonliness is cleanliness
and cleanliness is godliness
and God is empty, just like me
Way to define a generation, Billy.