05/18/2003 - 12:43 a.m. | nothing to get hung about

Recount, I must, but I am so sleepy! Waited and waited for Spritz, but he wasn't coming, so one thing led to another, by which I mean Harry Potter led to watching shemale porn with Kyle. Oh, man. Bizarre. Sluts with nuts indeed. The physics of it just don't make sense to me. Then Kyle and I collapsed on the couch and moped for a while until Brytne snuck in for a surprise visit for Kyle's birthday! I was still sort of mopey for the rest of the night, but I was glad her surprise had worked so well! We walked to Rentertainment and then Basil. Not really hungry for Thia (no offense, pad woon sen), I ran over to Walgreens for cleaning supplies (scouring pads, which are God's gift to man - besides that whole removal of sin thing... and orange citrus Goo Gone spray! I always try my cleansers based on smell... Sad). And ice cream (Coney Island Waffle cone!) Bumped into Michelle on the walk back across the street - a nice sooprize. Stupid everyone leaving.

After Thai, Kyle and Brytne went to Walgreens for ice cream (hey - I tried to share! Everyone just hates my damn herpes, is all) and I sat on the front stoop like a hobo, drinking my terrible orange juice (with no pulp but more calcium - I hate you, science) Came back to the apartment and applied temporary tattoos to one another. Kyle's tattoo was too small for his arm; mine was way too big. Damn it. Fucking scrawny gross bastard. Boy, I do swear a lot. Spritz took me to get some boxes (thank you, Spritz!) and then we got bubble tea, which drunken Brytne promptly killed all over the floor. I use "drunken" figuratively, in case her mom reads this. She was drunk on love!! Wait - that's little better. Jesus. She was drunk on Jesus. There. I packed for a bit and then we downloaded and danced to Johnny Cash. "Ring of Fire," baby. Aw, yeah. Shortly thereafter, Kyle, Brytne, and I (feeling very third wheelish) decided to walk around campus: "math," hacking, and another visit to the Taco Bell on University. Tacos are delicious, and I couldn't stop whistling "The Swiss Army Romance." I'm so emo (and not a terrible whistler). Back home and fell on my bed. The plan was to brush my teeth, wash my face, talk to a few people online, and go to sleep. I skipped a few steps. Kyle found me a while later in a bizarre position with the lights still on. He tucked me in :)

Woke up at 6 with a headache. Somehow I convinced myself that I'd prolly be able to wake up on my own before my parents came and crashed again. Woke to the sound of them buzzing (barely). Never got the chance to shower. Waaaay too much cleaning to do. 11-6, more or less. And we worked out asses off. I'm sure you don't care, and much like a day at the factory, it's hard to make a day of cleaning interesting. I'm pretty much a beast as far as cleaning goes, though, so keep that in mind. I fear nothing, not even moldy death pot and oily fridge floor, which most could not handle. I have to play up my talents. Also, when I clean, I sort of switch into this OCD mode where I start to notice every little speck of dirt, and I HAVE TO GET RID OF IT ALL. It's a little crazy, but it gets the job done. My junk was more or less in my room, so moving wasn't too bad for me. Kyle, on the other hand. Well, I doubt he's done now even. We put a lot of the stolen lawn ornaments in the YMCA donation box. This makes us Robin Hood, you see. Don't fuck with Robin Hood.

Exhausted and greasy some 7 hours later, we grabbed some Mexican M&M's and headed over to the Olive Garden for dinner. Apparently, this coincided with both prom and graduation (although I hope to go somewhere nicer than there should I ever have a special event) because we were told we'd have to wait an hour. We ran over to Bed, Bath, and Beyond because Kyle and Yousaf needed new sheets for their full sized beds. Looking around, I can't wait 'til next year - finally having my own room to decorate and stuff!! Rugs and sheets and a Roomba (yes, I've decided to begin a Roomba fund) and all sorts of cool stuff! Kyle got "Jersey" sheets - they're like sleeping on a t-shirt! Soooo comfy! I bought a handball - endless entertainment for one with such poor vision as myself. I do like messing around with it, though, and I always have. It's like training for me. Dunno.

Finally got to eat - it was better (and more expensive) than I remembered. Kyle and I rocked the white grape juice and breadsticks (sounds like infinite food for, like, $5 to me!), and my chicken pesto ravioli was so good (even though pesto afterbreath is hell). Finally, left for home at around 8:30. Home at 11. Loooong drive! Although the monotony was broken by 98.7 FM, which decided to play hilarious Celtic sea shanties for several minutes. Try and find "ancientmariner.com" and something "Caliban" by the Finneans. Just try it. And now, here I am. Home. Exhausted. Better keep writing. OK.