March 26th, 2002

victory!

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What Flavour Are You? I taste like Peanut Butter.I taste like Peanut Butter.


I am one of the most blendable flavours; I go with sweet, I go with sour, I go with bland, I go with anything. I am practical and good company, but have something of a tendency to hang around when I'm not wanted, unaware that my presence is not welcome. What Flavour Are You?


ya know, that is definitely a trend in my life. i'm always being told that i'm not any particular type or group or style or what have you, i go with whatever (this is usually about people, but yes). i'm undefinable and uncategorizable, i'm told. i spose generally this is good: i can fit in anywhere. but on the other hand, i don't belong anywhere.
and that last bit is definitely true - i never have any idea when to leave

173 bytes/sec?? why the hell is my computer dling so slowly

in other news, this song is wheeee you don't wanna fuck with chino, cuz chino will fuckin kill you! ahh!
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onward and upward

i remember nothing of note on the busride to NC. i'm sure many amusing things happened, but who knows what. 22 hours after leaving, i get to highpoint finally, get off the bus, and see there is no one else around and the bus station is not only closed but chained shut. oh dear. i see by my watch that i'm 10 min or so early, so i figure she'll be along soon enough -- o yeah, there's one thing: greyhound clearly has no idea how long their busses actually take to get from one place to another, as i learned repeatedly. especially going home when i got there 2 full hours early -- in the meantime, i amuse myself with a big metal strip lying on the ground, that i stab at things and whip around poles, and lob at the tile halfway fallen out of the overhang. some guy is on the payphone. he leaves, only to come stumbling back a few minutes later asking if i've seen his beer. turns out he left it by the phone, so he takes it, sits down on hte curb, and shotguns it. we had a vague conversation kinda thing, i forget what about. lots of mel-shaped people drive by, finally one of them actually being her in a cab. yay! she's smaller than i expected. people tend to be.
we didn't do a helluva lot while i was there: watched tv, tormented the cats, talked, watched more tv while talking and ignoring it, yelled at amazingly stupid people on 'weakest link'[1], traipsed about the campus so she could pester buerocrats. it was lotsa fun tho. jamie, youre a lucky bloke.
i found that i still cannot sleep on my back lying down, but i can reclining - say, in a la-z-boy kinda thing. and that cats jumping on my head while i sleep is more pleasant than it sounds, but not by much
friday my mom called to tell me abotu jack. i'll get into jack stuff later, but anyway, i called greyhound and they said i could use my tickets (whcih said i was to leave sunday and get back monday around 11) to leave earlier if i wanted. at 7:40 that evening, when the bus got to the station the driver informed me that i had to pay 10 bucks to do this. as i only had a 20, he said he'd get change at teh next stop and i could then. he never asked again, no other drivers mentioned it, so la. that was a loooong trip back. aside from the obvious, i also got sick (i think. maybe my body just tried revolting against mismanagement), slept a whopping 1 hour, and ate half a hotdog and a sprite, the whole way back. that was fun.
again greyhound is dumb and i get back at 4 instead of 6, so my parents werent able to pick me up as theyre gone. i'd called before i got there tho, so they knew they woudlnt be able to and left my car in the lot so i could get home. i drove home, slept 5 hours, got up awhile, slept 5 more hours.
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[1] batman!

don't you know about the new fashion, honey?
all you need is looks and a whole lot of money

o, is that all?
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