9:09 a.m. - 2004-03-16
ziggy played sitar
Damn. It's been a long time since I got to updating. I guess I should stop secretly persecuting all the un-updated diaries that I read. Is it just not so hot anymore, this blogic sensation? Is it over?
Personally, I am in the midst of rediscovering the delights of the internet (more than just porn, believes me ye) at my very own home! If I struggled to get things done before, it's about to get worse times ten!
There were about ten songs that needed immediately downloading, which include Boys Don't Cry, Lust for Life, some more Bowie, Pat Benatar (Hearbreaker, obvs), the HOT Queen songs (Under Pressure, Killer Queen, Somebody to Love, You're My Best Friend, Flash, Boho Rhapso, etc). So now I get to hear them...whenever I want!
And even though I am panicked by little this's and thats, it has been a relatively peaceful weekend. Sans any cleaning up, but I did try to chase down my crush from the Raven, which I believe to be thwarted by a general boring-ness from this boy, in spite of crazy hot tattoos.
Need to do a few things today: send out application for going to France (horrendously late), send tax shit out, do laundry, figure out how the fuck to sell my oboe, and on it goes.
Right now I need to get me some clothes on and smoke a cig. Baad.
This entry was not this boring in the planning phases.
I just needed to update, ja?
My plans for how to stay occupied during my approaching era of euro-hermiticism: teach myself to play the guitar, learn Spanish or Italian, read everything, write shitloads, send people elaborate letters, become tarot sensation, get my shit together for grad school.
Yawn.
