Happy New Year. And Stuff.

I'm in Jersey right now. I go home tomorrow, I guess. I don't know what time and to tell the truth I don't really care.
James and I are going out for desert with Dan later. Dan is from Russia, and apparently he's this incredible drummer, although I've only met him once and have never heard him play. He seems like a nice guy, though.

Virginia left this morning at quarter to nine. I think: I was more than half asleep. She was unloading the dishwasher when I got up and then I kind of took over after she left. She's really nice and I like her alot. We were watching Conan O'Brien till four this morning cause there was nothing else on and neither of us felt like sleeping. It was a rerun from last Christmas, and then main punchline was some guy on an ice sculpture (a toilet) in some poor people's front yard in Brooklyn. It was pretty funny last night, as was Tom Hanks getting covered in studio snow.

Melissa gave me faery tarot cards. They're really cool. The illustrations are breathtaking. I don't have time to use them right now, cause you have to meditate and stuff, but I'll try them when I get home. I was trying to use them last night but James kept bugging me to play Risk. I basically won once, without paying attention. I could be really good at that game if I actually cared about playing it. Heh.

I sent Anna some song lyrics; I forget which ones. I'm hoping we can get together next week and work on them.

I really wanted to stay down here till Sunday, but Mom and Dad are being dumb and won't let me. Aunt Sean was going to try to get tickets to Hansel and Gretel for Saturday but Aunt Maryann's 50th Birthday party is on Saturday. Which means we have to drive three hours out to Woodstock to make nice and do small talk. I love Maryann and Ross but I hate parties where I only know three people outside my family and I don't even know them that well.

The first of the LOTR books isn't in the basement. I found the second two, and Angela's Ashes and an Anne Rice book (!) but not the first in the trilogy. Arrgh.

I guess I have to go home sooner or later. I have my story to work on. It's kind of like the Sumiko saga in that it's shameful self-insertion, but instead of having a bunch of my girlfriends I'm using three close guy friends. Tom cause he's helping me out with brainstorming, and I spend so much time with him it's impossible to leave him out of anything. Justin because as annoying as he can be, he does make a good antagonist- he's good at pressing buttons and getting rises out of people, and Andy because he likes chainsaws and seems like he'd make a good dwarf. Of course there will be tons of cameos (Anna, Jean, Kate, and the rest, and Alta and Tamara) and stuff.

This whole fanfic business is kind of sad. I'm so desperate for adventure and purpose that I'll write myself into anything that seems interesting.

I've decided to go on a quest. I just have to figure out what it is. I can't help thinking that it's gonna turn out like Don Quiote, but if it does so be it. People obsess over love lives and money, but I don't really care. I just want to wander around and have adventures. Idealistic, true.

I miss Maurice. I think I love him... actually I'm sure I do, and I miss him more than anything. My family gives me a little flac about him, because he's 23 (and black) but they can all shove it for all I care. Cause I don't. I wish he was here right now though. The AZ peeps don't really understand why I left. They don't have to, I guess... but it's kind of depressing. Oh well though... fate is a river, right? And sometimes there's rapids and rocks to navigate.

Which reminds me I have to call Alicia when I get back. We never did get to finish watching the White Lady. I forgot to take it back and now there's a seventeen dollar fine on my card. I did the same thing on Tamara's card, but I don't even know how much it was for. We had two movies out for a month and a half (!) so I have to pay her back for that. And get this business with RnR straightened out, and the bank and my gym. But I'm not right there, so it's hard. It's been bothering me for a while now, but things are looking up. On the other hand, I may not be able to go to AZ till April now.

And John is getting married in April!!!! To what's her face who cheated on him and shit. They'd been dating since dirt and she broke it off. In fact that's how I met him, he was drunk and bitching about her. Every time I saw him for the first two months I knew him he was drunk and bitching about her... Rachel, that was her name. Is her name. Whatever. He's a great guy and deserves nothing less than the best, and if she messes with him again her ass is toast.

Sleep sounds good right about now, n'est pas?

Happy New Year. And Stuff.

I'm in Jersey right now. I go home tomorrow, I guess. I don't know what time and to tell the truth I don't really care.
James and I are going out for desert with Dan later. Dan is from Russia, and apparently he's this incredible drummer, although I've only met him once and have never heard him play. He seems like a nice guy, though.

Virginia left this morning at quarter to nine. I think: I was more than half asleep. She was unloading the dishwasher when I got up and then I kind of took over after she left. She's really nice and I like her alot. We were watching Conan O'Brien till four this morning cause there was nothing else on and neither of us felt like sleeping. It was a rerun from last Christmas, and then main punchline was some guy on an ice sculpture (a toilet) in some poor people's front yard in Brooklyn. It was pretty funny last night, as was Tom Hanks getting covered in studio snow.

Melissa gave me faery tarot cards. They're really cool. The illustrations are breathtaking. I don't have time to use them right now, cause you have to meditate and stuff, but I'll try them when I get home. I was trying to use them last night but James kept bugging me to play Risk. I basically won once, without paying attention. I could be really good at that game if I actually cared about playing it. Heh.

I sent Anna some song lyrics; I forget which ones. I'm hoping we can get together next week and work on them.

I really wanted to stay down here till Sunday, but Mom and Dad are being dumb and won't let me. Aunt Sean was going to try to get tickets to Hansel and Gretel for Saturday but Aunt Maryann's 50th Birthday party is on Saturday. Which means we have to drive three hours out to Woodstock to make nice and do small talk. I love Maryann and Ross but I hate parties where I only know three people outside my family and I don't even know them that well.

The first of the LOTR books isn't in the basement. I found the second two, and Angela's Ashes and an Anne Rice book (!) but not the first in the trilogy. Arrgh.

I guess I have to go home sooner or later. I have my story to work on. It's kind of like the Sumiko saga in that it's shameful self-insertion, but instead of having a bunch of my girlfriends I'm using three close guy friends. Tom cause he's helping me out with brainstorming, and I spend so much time with him it's impossible to leave him out of anything. Justin because as annoying as he can be, he does make a good antagonist- he's good at pressing buttons and getting rises out of people, and Andy because he likes chainsaws and seems like he'd make a good dwarf. Of course there will be tons of cameos (Anna, Jean, Kate, and the rest, and Alta and Tamara) and stuff.

This whole fanfic business is kind of sad. I'm so desperate for adventure and purpose that I'll write myself into anything that seems interesting.

I've decided to go on a quest. I just have to figure out what it is. I can't help thinking that it's gonna turn out like Don Quiote, but if it does so be it. People obsess over love lives and money, but I don't really care. I just want to wander around and have adventures. Idealistic, true.

I miss Maurice. I think I love him... actually I'm sure I do, and I miss him more than anything. My family gives me a little flac about him, because he's 23 (and black) but they can all shove it for all I care. Cause I don't. I wish he was here right now though. The AZ peeps don't really understand why I left. They don't have to, I guess... but it's kind of depressing. Oh well though... fate is a river, right? And sometimes there's rapids and rocks to navigate.

Which reminds me I have to call Alicia when I get back. We never did get to finish watching the White Lady. I forgot to take it back and now there's a seventeen dollar fine on my card. I did the same thing on Tamara's card, but I don't even know how much it was for. We had two movies out for a month and a half (!) so I have to pay her back for that. And get this business with RnR straightened out, and the bank and my gym. But I'm not right there, so it's hard. It's been bothering me for a while now, but things are looking up. On the other hand, I may not be able to go to AZ till April now.

And John is getting married in April!!!! To what's her face who cheated on him and shit. They'd been dating since dirt and she broke it off. In fact that's how I met him, he was drunk and bitching about her. Every time I saw him for the first two months I knew him he was drunk and bitching about her... Rachel, that was her name. Is her name. Whatever. He's a great guy and deserves nothing less than the best, and if she messes with him again her ass is toast.

Sleep sounds good right about now, n'est pas?