suitcase of memories.

[21 november 1998]

i'm tired. i'm going home tomorrow. so the updates may be few & far between. but i'll try & do stuff as often as possible. i want a laptop.

i know i'll be doing a lot more emailing if anything. so beware. i can just see myself at home. i can't wait to get back into my car, even if i have to stand in line at the fucking dmv for hours. i don't give a damn. i want to hear my cds, i want to sing, i want to go only ten miles over the speed limit <croon> & listen to johnny on 99.1 & have the option of switching the station while listening to the same genre of music. gah.

is it better to be safe than sorry? good question, aha. you're all the things i've got to remember. oof. i think i'm about sufficiently packed. maybe. i want to take my stereo equipment home with me. all my cds. i'll feel weird without them. hahah. i'm going to bring home enough stuff anyway.. but really, i'm going to be there a week. come now.. i need my musica, people. i let chris the gay r.a. borrow some tori stuff.. & i'm getting pissed because i want it back. & i know it's one of those things that's just sitting there, that he's not listening to.. grr. bastards, all of them.

so as i'm thinking about how i'm not going to be on the computer 18/7, i'm getting a little sad. <sniffle> what would college be like without computers? other people? please! that's hell! didn't you read sartre's no exit? i saw medea tonight. <yawn> anyway.. please mail me.. you know where i am.. please comment, please speak, please communicate. please bitch. i had a girl bitch me out the other day.. but at least she was communicating.

paganini.. flashy violin stuff.