05/13/2003 - 10:50 p.m. | no more the need for me to miss him

Being tired was crap. Work seemed to last forever, especially since I couldn't sit in my little hallway and point at my crappy homemade sign while singing and yo-yoing. Had to hand out towels to all of you smelly assholes! :D But it's the last time I have to do that. No more towels for you guys. I know, distraught. But staying awake was so hard today. I found an old issue of "The Onion" on the floor, so I read all of it. I thought I read some pretty snobby reviews, but man, "The Onion" hates everything!! Even the things they like, they hate. That's almost too much, I think. Then I started looking at all the phone sex ads because they are pretty hilarious. "Get off in no time!" haha - perhaps this is why you don't have much of the sex in the first place. But anyway, I started thinking about how cool it would be if I got a job as a phone sex operator, and what do you know, 2 pages over, they are looking for "actors" to do so. So I might give that a shot. If there's one thing I need to do, it's that. And work in a porn shop. Something about completely selling sex is really funny.

OK, so there's this bowl next to me bed. With a sock in it. Explain that. It's been there for 3 days. I'm afraid to see what it will spawn.

The time dragged by slowly, but I finally ended my last rep shift at Kenney *sniff* Bye bye, Kristen Ware. After work, Lis and I grabbed Thai and then she met her CRUSH, who is far, far shyer than I would've expected. I'm shy, but I'm also at least a little polite. Yeah. Came back here and crashed for 3 or so hours maybe, which put me back in the coherent world. When I woke up, though, I couldn't tell how I felt - sleepy or rested or what. It was a little confusing. I decided that the world was passing me by, though, so I got up and took the movie back - and got another Stallone flick (Rocky). The Rentertainment people must think I'm a clod. I also stopped by the Union Bookstore and bought the fourth Harry Potter book on sale. I am a bargain hunter. Not to mention a product of mainstream culture. Oh, dear.

Read for a period and Lisa came over to "sleep" (this is code. she came over to annoy me, which I think is some sort of mini-vacation for her) She eventually did conk out, though. Spritz and I went to Busey and did our usual shit. Had a generic apple-cinnamon Pop Tart, which was pretty sweet. And that's all she wrote. Bro.

Actually, correction. I really, really like singing Kelly Clarkson's "Miss Independent." This could be a problem, especially with everyone and their physics finals. I'm so relieved that my hard finals are over. These next two will be easy money both studying and results wise. So hooray for that.

None of this is important. Obviously.