(no subject)
I've been sort of sick today, it took me hours just to sit up. I've been messing around with the computer, too..waiting from a message from Sierra McDaniel on the BBS.
Friday night was an interesting night, I got half drunk on wine coolers. This girl, Gail, got so drunk she went swimming in her underwear, offered me to wear them, asked me if I wanted to fuck her, got sick, threw up, and collapsed. She was pretty cute, and before I had the chance overcome the shock and say "of course" she was dead to the world. The next morning we hardly said anything to each other.
Oh well, I'm used to shit like this. It's no big deal anymore.
Haven't heard from Pigeon lately, and I wonder if I ever will again. It's a bad feeling I have in my bones, I really hate the idea of it. I really liked being with her and I really loved her. She was the powerful yin in my mostly yang environment.
Now, presently, my dad's opening up a gift from my brother Joe. This is so stupid..a shirt, I knew it! Dad feigns appreciation. "Thanks a lot," he said, flatly.
Steve and Joe only ever come over to give him presents on designated days. It pisses me off.
I went to Perkins tonight, and it opened up a bunch of doors to me, insight wise. I was with Joe. There's this waitress, Rachel Netherton, who's absolutely breathtaking. Her younger brother's Fred, next year's student council president. I don't think she's going out with anybody. I'd like to know whether or not she is. Oh my God.