chaosmonkey

Four days.

They're screaming "SNOW!" on the news and I'm gritting my teeth.

Bad enough my own mother is against me now. I don't need nature in on this shit, too.

My stress headache is almost gone. I think...

Five days.

Am I excited? Yeah. But it's been cut into a great deal by events of the last couple of days. I should be fairly bursting, but... I just don't have the energy. No, instead I've got a stress headache and what feels like wicked sinus pressure around my left eye. Yeah, exactly how I expected to feel five days before the trip.

It's...
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I'm gullible.

I'm stupid.

Amelie's a bigger liar than my sister.

If she hadn't gotten me to go to New York, it'd be some other guy.

I'm a sucker, and a fool. None of this sounds "right."

She's been trying to talk to me about this for weeks, she says. Asking me if I'm still going and dropping it when I say "yes" is not...
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I got another A, in my intro to psych class. That's pretty good, I think, Three As and a B+. I'll take it.

I get the feeling my mom's going to try to talk me out of going to New York. She said she wants to "talk" to me. I don't think she understands how I can like someone so much when I've never met...
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Three of my four grades are in for the semester. So far I've got a B+ and two As! Two As! I'm very proud of myself, especially the A in my anrthopology class, Human Origins and Prehistory. That was a tough class, and I didn't study nearly as much as I should have, but now there's nothing else to worry about. I know as much...
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I think someone's trying to use this page and this site against me, but I can't be sure. Amelie got an e-mail with a link "proving" I'm not as "loyal" as she thinks. Being the wonderfully awesome girl she is, she deleted the e-mail without even reading it or following the link.

Are you out there, Oliver? Is this your big revelation? Guess what, Sherlock?...
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All done.

14 days until New York. 2 weeks until Amelie.

Tell me what to do in New York. Museums are already covered. No recommendations that require a suit and/or tie.

I suggest you all find a copy of "Tozzer and the Invisible Lap Dancers" and read that shit. It's like a MAD Magazine movie parody with swearing, and a baby Hannibal Lechter...
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Amelie sent me an Edward Gorey book. "The Epiplectic Bicycle." I've never read an Edward Gorey book before today. It's absurd and amusing. So is the fuzzy giraffe bookmark she sent along with it. I like these sorts of things. Too bad about the alligator, though.

Great. A paper to finish and my new comics arrived for the month. Terrible terrible. How can I be...
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Monday. The last Monday of the semester. The day before two finals. So much to do, so much to write, a bit to read, and no desire to do any of it. I just want to curl up in bed with my piles of unread comics and read, or talk to Amelie, or watch bad dating shows. Bad dating shows remind me of my humanity,...
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Last night's birthday dinner was good, even though my mom makes better spaghetti than the Italian place we went to. No, the best was seeing Michael open his gifts. He's fairly new to the group, joined up and moved in with my friends in Birdwing (local Louisville rock at its finest or thereabouts, and hello, Daniel and his search engine) and, being the good folks...
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