> The CD I just burned, entitled “The Mark Has Been Made”. Yes, that’s the first track’s name, if you must know. By Nine Inch Nails, of course.

I’ve been frantically packing all night, I am so tired, but I must finish. I got $100 from my dad yesterday, bringing the grand total to $385. I’m going to spend sixty on this stainless steel briefcase I saw at rite-aid last month. It’s so gravy, but my mom (as usual) is bitching about it. Fuck her. If I want to spend my $385 bucks on thirty cubic tons of horse shit, I can. Anyway, I went out to dinner with dad tonight, and this weird couple were there, I know my dad sets up these things so him, his gf, and those “horse people” as I call them can converse. I guess I’ve been reduced to an attache. Oh well, it’s not like I ever have anything to say anyway. I talk about my friends/life/revelations on American neo-fascism and they talk about horses. Eh, I’m jealous. Who cares. While I was droning out my dad and Lisa’s banal jabbering about horses, I was meditating on the people in the next booth, and one of the waiters. The people in the next booth were the family of Kristen, this bubbly-happy prep turned sexless devotee of education. I hate to admit it, but she is perfect in every single way. Attractive, smart, how boring. People like her should be taken out and shot. But I suppose the world needs driven people like her. Anyway, regarding the waitor, my gaydar goes off on a 9.0 when I look at him. I just know it. I want to go up to him and scream out ARE YOU GAY?! CAUSE I REALLY WANT TO KNOW! But of course, I will never be able to know whether my assumptions are correct. He has the “gay ass”, from my experiences gay guys have a specifically shaped ass, and he has it. God, I have too much time on my hands. I had a craving desire to listen to NIN’s “Terrible Lie” after we ate, so I forgot to ask Dad if I could store stuff at his house during the summer. I’m almost certain he’ll say yes, but I keep forgetting. Oh well. I’ll ask tomorrow. If he says no, it’ll be off to the storage rental place. I forgot to unplug the cable modem last night, so I have the internet for one more day. YAY!!!! I got CD-Rs at Wal-Mart today and I just finished burning all the backups and my new CD that I’m listening to right now. My mother is still being hella-annoying. I just steer clear of her during the day, and do whatever I need to do during the night. I don’t think I’m going to sleep tonight, too much to do. Got to buy a yearbook tomorrow, buy my briefcase, return the cable modem, pick up the pictures, god my head is spinning. I’m going to have to pack up Leslie today, so this will be my last entry for a while. I don’t know whether she’s going to stay in boxes at dad’s house, or whether we’re taking her. I think she’ll stay boxed at Dad’s. Too bad I won’t have time to hook her up next to Montag, I think they’d get along well, if Leslie didn’t get processor envy. I know that was lame. Anyway, I still need to pack some stuff, and maybe I’ll rest for a few hours until I have to get up and finish everything.