Entry 000028; 10.04.01

I HATE it when fruit rollups get melty. I HATE it that i hate that, because that shows what a pathetic loser i am, where stuff like that bugs me.

Someone send me something cool to put on my desktop. It lacks.

Ok So yeah i'm still in that...mood...where if i really go in depth and talk about anything of importance, i'll sound like freddy, aka a 14 year old girl imbued with angst. So to deflect triviality and useless bullshit, i digress. With a passion.

I Have found that all of my REALLY FUNNY SHIT is always done when i'm in this sort of low...So i think soon i'll try some new non-fiction...Maybe if you're lucky, some actual fiction. We never know until it happens, do we?

So Davey is talking to me again. That makes me happy. Somewhat. Unfortuantely, soon enough he'll stop again and....wait...this isn't happy talk.

So anyway, yeah Davey is cool and I'm glad he's talking to me again. He's dating this girl i met last year who spoke to me like i was three years old...A SLOW three year old. Anyway, I'm happy he's found someone who he likes, and really, I can't ask for anything more. I don't think i could ever envision a girl whom Davey likes and doesn't make me vomit. Just so long as she's good to him. And if not...well I won't feel bad about taking out her knees.

2:40. class in 20 minutes. Oog. I wish time would pass faster or slower or SOMETHING, but just not this current rate. Not right now. There is something about a 20 minute wait for something that bugs me. Half an hour is plenty of time to goof off. 15 minutes is right before you start running for the door. But 20? Jesus.

I'm gonna go eat another fruit rollup. But wait...in five minutes i won't have time...yet...Ugh. Damn you, Twenty Minutes.