11/14/2003 - 9:19 p.m. | you're gonna die the way you lived

I do not feel like writing! But, this has gone beyond what I want or feel or need or anything! If it were up to me, I would be reading about math or dancing or possibly in close personal contact with another human being (boy or girl, it doesn't really matter anymore - my standards plunge like the temperature). I'm only kidding, of course.

They tried putting me on a new tanning bed on Thursday. The lady was screaming something about "THE LIGHT WAVES! MELATONIN!! UVB!" I think she thinks I haven't actually tanned yet. The thing is, I have. A lot. It's just I'm still not to your surface dweller standards.

Somehow it was already three by this point, so I showered. Hoo-ray for self-starting. That done, I made efforts to finish my stats homework before Spritz wanted to go to the mall (failed) and before the IMPE barcrawl (failed). Then I opted out and told Will to do the other half. I am not a good person. I still have issues dropping in on people, so I tried to convince Spritz to stop UO'ing and come out with me. Kyle was convinced as well. We got Thai food and decided not to go. Ice cream and La Blue Girl on VHS instead. Nothing like watching anime porn with your two best friends.

We went to meet Brytne and her, uh, Office Depot coworkers at the chicken wing place. I stole so many matchbooks, but nobody wants to play FlameDarts with me. Sad sad. Corona with limes? Apparently. It doesn't even matter any more. Stupid flickery monitor. Kyle and I got in an argument, and I think I just get annoyed in arguments. Not, like, annoyed with him (although my annoyance might be manifested at him, which is a flaw). I just don't like them, and I guess I automatically get frustrated. It was short-lived, though. I think. Then Chicle Bytes. Note the computer spelling.

Stupid VCR remote doesn't turn on the TV, and there is no conceivable way to fix it. I get randomly dizzy sometimes. Stupid tumors. But the hassle of getting up is just a little much. I went to sleep.

And woke up. We peer-edited in journalism today. Zimos wrote about his roommates who LARP (live action role play) Vampire: The Masquerade every Friday night in Greg Hall. One of the people he interviewed wouldn't go out of character, which I guess was some sort of old vampire jazzman. Despite being only 20, he talked about how the game was played in the 40's and 50's. Jazz-offs and shit. I guess vampires don't age, though, really.

New Zealand had a rugby ball today (is there a name for this??) and he was tossing it around. I still get tremors from back when my teachers did this in high school. I can't catch, all right. And I have no desire to. Please don't force it on me. Then I slept!

Break then stats, which I really wasn't up for, but I had to go so Will and I could finish the homework, and because there was prolly gonna be a quiz (there was). Will had to leave (to go to Minnesota of all places - at least Mapquest will get him there), and I brute forced the last problem in what I think was a fairly good effort. The quiz was kickass on my part, though. I even disguised my handwriting (read as "write with eyes shut").

Home to watch Cecil B. Demented, which I think I liked a whole lot. Double-edged satire and all that. Plus, Cecil was a fox. Then! Boredom. Followed by boredom. Mostly lethargy, though, so I couldn't even get out of it (no FlameDarts, yet again). And everyone has their shit, I guess, so my shit is not really needed to be tacked on. Man, my head. Yousaf invited me over to eat pizza and watch Terminator 3, which sucked balls but was fun to scream at with Dank. Then I watched them play games and here I am bored again. Computer might be upgraded soon, though, so there's something. Although I don't really like games much either. We are going to see Elf at 11. How to fix this?