i am listening to the low moan of the dial tone again
mmm. two hours until i go garage sale hopping with one benjamin tempko [temco? temko?] mervis malbin. today might be a very, very good day. i'm keeping my fingers crossed, certainly.
yesterday i got to see omsi john. we went to a movie. omsi john walked really fast and didn't really seem to want to talk to me. am i really that intimidating? well, later i learned that my lipstick was kind of smeared, so that might have been the problem. heaven knows that boys can't tolerate a girl with smeared lipstick. the movie in question, dodgeball, was actually pretty fucking good--i had had my doubts, but they were shattered. ben stiller has, like, an inflatable penis thing in that movie. swell.
anyway, it was cool to see omsi john; it had been a long time coming. he has lovely, trimmed hair. all men should cut their hair.
and i also got to go on a walk with emily davis. kind of the personification of summer. said walk yielded this picture:
taken at what must literally be the greatest time of day in all of history. i really like summer, too. i even find myself giddy in the height of the sun; getting a sunburn while waiting for the number twelve. actually, on second thought, that kind of hurts.
things with ian have been terrible lately, and for once it's entirely my own, irrational fault. i have sincerely been treating the guy like shit, due to recent occurances that really had nothing to do with him whatsoever. i should probably make him a french pastry. naaah, i'm going to see him at midnight tonight; that's pretty hardcore.
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SO TIRED ALL SUMMER!!??! i have not been tired AT ALL all summer long. AT ALL. i am perfectly satisfied with a net average of 2.6 hours of sleep a night. and i want to stay out late and party hard. but nooooo. everyone wants to, like, go to bed and shit. it's because they have summer jobs and they get worn out. take, for example, jessica lea thompson and mckay benjamin stevens, who i enjoyed watching "i love the nineties" with all week long. except last night, in which jessica and ben got onto the couch with me and promptly fell asleep in my lap. how was i supposed to get up? i mean, it was a friday night. give me a break. ben did have to work a twelve-hour day yesterday, so i guess it's excusable. but jesus, people, it's called caffiene.
if you are an insomniac, too, you should let me know. we could have late-night park frolicking excursions.
ew. i totally just used the phrase "frolicking excursions."
oh yeah, ps: ian would not listen to "self evident" by ani difranco for a week and a half after i burned it for him because he "doesn't like poetry." what the fuck!? how can you like ani and not like poetry? and he does like ani, but that particular song is mostly spoken-word with funky background music. and it is really un-shitty. i was a little offended.
yesterday i got to see omsi john. we went to a movie. omsi john walked really fast and didn't really seem to want to talk to me. am i really that intimidating? well, later i learned that my lipstick was kind of smeared, so that might have been the problem. heaven knows that boys can't tolerate a girl with smeared lipstick. the movie in question, dodgeball, was actually pretty fucking good--i had had my doubts, but they were shattered. ben stiller has, like, an inflatable penis thing in that movie. swell.
anyway, it was cool to see omsi john; it had been a long time coming. he has lovely, trimmed hair. all men should cut their hair.
and i also got to go on a walk with emily davis. kind of the personification of summer. said walk yielded this picture:
taken at what must literally be the greatest time of day in all of history. i really like summer, too. i even find myself giddy in the height of the sun; getting a sunburn while waiting for the number twelve. actually, on second thought, that kind of hurts.
things with ian have been terrible lately, and for once it's entirely my own, irrational fault. i have sincerely been treating the guy like shit, due to recent occurances that really had nothing to do with him whatsoever. i should probably make him a french pastry. naaah, i'm going to see him at midnight tonight; that's pretty hardcore.
WHY THE FUCK IS EVERYONE SO TIRED ALL SUMMER!!??! i have not been tired AT ALL all summer long. AT ALL. i am perfectly satisfied with a net average of 2.6 hours of sleep a night. and i want to stay out late and party hard. but nooooo. everyone wants to, like, go to bed and shit. it's because they have summer jobs and they get worn out. take, for example, jessica lea thompson and mckay benjamin stevens, who i enjoyed watching "i love the nineties" with all week long. except last night, in which jessica and ben got onto the couch with me and promptly fell asleep in my lap. how was i supposed to get up? i mean, it was a friday night. give me a break. ben did have to work a twelve-hour day yesterday, so i guess it's excusable. but jesus, people, it's called caffiene.
if you are an insomniac, too, you should let me know. we could have late-night park frolicking excursions.
ew. i totally just used the phrase "frolicking excursions."
oh yeah, ps: ian would not listen to "self evident" by ani difranco for a week and a half after i burned it for him because he "doesn't like poetry." what the fuck!? how can you like ani and not like poetry? and he does like ani, but that particular song is mostly spoken-word with funky background music. and it is really un-shitty. i was a little offended.