So of course I didn't go to New York today. I didn't get up till noon, but I scrambled and managed to have to eat lunch, run my errands, and have the car loaded up by 4. I was ready to go, then I saw a weather alert for a severe thunderstorm, and my roommate told me the traffic in NY was wretched. So I just dicked around here all day. I saw Jason earlier, and we didn't do much either. We threw the baseball for a little while, and that was about it. Maybe something more eventful tonight.
Right now, I'm pretty tired though. Maybe I should read my assignment for Thursday. I'm halfway done. But I started it last thursday, and I'm worried I've forgotten some of it. Lemme check. Nope, I don't think so. Anyway, I really hope I didn't misread my schedule, because I don't think I have class tomorrow. I'm pretty sure I only have class on Monday, Wednesday, and Thursday. Let's hope that's true.
You know, this page needs some spicing-up. But what? Pictures? Movies? Sounds? I don't have the equipment for any of that. Maybe a cool new format. Then again, this is only a journal, so the words should stand on their own. But man, is it boring lately. Everything I like to do is packed up in my car, and I'm too lazy to unpack it just so I can be amsued for one night. I know I'd inevitably forget something. So I'll just sit here bored, content that I won't forget anything tomorrow morning. It's been a very slow email-day, though, and I think that's what's making this day so goddam boring.Here's something kinda peculiar: Last night, as I was lying in bed, I was lying there on my side with my arms stretchd straight out in front of me, almost one on top of the other. My legs were also in the exact same position. And it was very, very comfortable. Then it hit me: "This is exactly how my dog sleeps!" How odd. I sleep like the dog. Maybe that's what happens when I spend so much time in this house alone. My parents have been gone for the last few days, and it's been rainy and shitty out. So I've just been inside, with the dog. Next thing you know I'll be eating my own poo.
So now I'm on the phone with Rodzilla. She says hello. She's making reference to my falling off the "fidelity wagon," saying "you'll be in New York." Hmmph... Well, i mean, I will be in NY. Anyway, in other news, I've been trying to write, but between the phone call and now the TV, I can't really focus on writing. How odd. Rodzilla was just telling me that I had to "focus" when I start grad school. Well, I ain't started grad school just yet. So i'm gonna go get a snack, then maybe play some Nintendo. Peace out...
Now I'm on the phone with Jed. And Jason just sent me a picture of the four of us in Hilton Head. He said he fucked it up while reformatting it, but it looks good enough to me. So here it is.
(l-r) Mandy, Jason, Rodzilla, G-Rock