9/6/02

you know, i always secretly hoped Big would sweep carrie off her feet once and for all -- but now, having attended a big fat greek wedding, i see that aidan had more than a few things going for him, too. john corbett, sigh. my favorite part of the movie was where he takes tula back to his apartment -- not just because you know there will be some long-awaited nookie, but because it reminded me of that point you get to when you're falling in love. the fall part. you crescendo from interest to lust to truly knowing a person and then you fall, like a swing falls, like you fall down a muddy hill on your ass and when you get up you don't care that your shorts will never be the same.

how deliciously sleepy i am. it's great to know that i don't have to get up at 6 tomorrow. starting to cherish the weekends again, and starting to take afternoon naps. kindergarten, that says it all. there are four of us Kiddiepark defectors at K-school now. solidarity. and FIVE KHS '95ers -- what does that say?

found out yesterday that my position's pay went up. thank god, because my checking account is down to three figures and a warning.

9/7

maybe the warning will disappear and soon i'll be able to withdraw money again. i have a double job tonight, and hopefully that will take care of, um, one textbook. one of the heavy ones. i hope i can pull this off, though, without raiding my VHS collection or letting them play with the animals.

Eugene's Brother is eating his art project. he's using a program called Freehand 10 to draw a picture of a table full of oreo cookies, but he keeps eating the subjects. and unfortunately the lab he works at, and consequently, his instructor, work with Freehand 9. so much for that $150 lab fee.

Eugene's Brother has a date to see Misa on sunday. Misa massages his head and takes so long to cut his hair that he spends more time in her chair in a single appointment than i spend in a stylist's chair all year. he and i also have a study date for sunday. the two-timer.

yah, we're trying to be economical and academically responsible. totally new concept.

the shopping list refuses to die. i cut it down to the barest of essentials: cat food, oatmeal, socks, dryel. the cat must eat, i must eat, i must wear shoes to work, and i must wear clean clothes. course i could also say i must listen to avril levigne, or i must consume three cans of soda a day, but then i'd know i actually must put "pulp fiction" and "martvelous" back in the CD player and i must drink tap water. i can think of worse woes.

"how well i remember the look that was in his eye, stealing kisses from me on the sly, taking time to make time, telling me that he's all mine ..."

i have to admit that Misa does an OK job with Eugene's Brother's hair. but paul brown, for god's sake ... aren't guys supposed to be happy with fantastic sam's?

well, i guess i should do homework since i have to work later. no VHS, no animals. no VHS, no animals.

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