Today kind of sucked. I vomited like two times. Um I drove, Tawna, Sammie, and Amanda and I to the store, then to Cazadores. We had über-fun. Then I puked for the second time, but it was mostly water. It was very The Exorcist. Then we went back to the college and started hanging out with Joe. Autumn accosted us, then we diverged and then rendezvoused in the Kerf/Drift office. Tawna just left, so Joe and Sammie are in here. Hmm. Maybe I should post this. Oh, the address for Amanda’s blog is http://ravenofdarkness.blogspot.com.

God, I can’t believe I’m awake at 10:20. I felt so sick last night, but that didn’t stop me from watching a private show from Jeff (prankstrofluv). I was really cold so I lit some candles. That worked, and then I got thirsty, so I went into the kitchen to get some water. I had been feeling vaguely sick that whole night, so I went to sleep around three. I woke up in the middle of the night and had to pee, and as I ambled towards the bathroom, I felt the rumbling in my stomach that means only one thing: you’re going to puke. I barely made it back to my room and my bed before I puked, and it took a while for the nausea to subside. Even this morning, I’ve been having to repress it. Well, I woke up this morning to find that my glasses were gone. Like, completely gone. So after a while of searching I went into the bathroom and put in my contacts. I kept searching for a while, and finally found them. They were wedged in some weird way between one of the tables beside my bed. Well yeah, I think I’m going to go into the bathroom, take out my contacts, and get ready to puke. I have to be at school in a few hours. Crap.

> Marilyn Manson - Valentine’s Day

I’m talking to my online friend Jeff from Sacramento. He’s so freaking cool. I first met him back in Sacramento. It’s weird, he’s banal and intelligent at the same time. Well, I’m superficial and intelligent at the same time, so I guess we get along fine. He sent me a pic, I hadn’t seen one before. The first one looked vaguely familiar. Eek! He got one of my 1984 jokes. He’s my god now. He’s showing me a website, I should go. I’ll type the highlights tomorrow.

> Elastica - Hold Me Now
> Portishead - Roads
> Dandy Warhols - Sleep
> OK Go - It’s Tough To Have A Crush
> The Ramones - Blitzkrieg Bop
> OK Go - Shorty Before The End
> Placebo - Pure Morning
> Pansy Division - Smells Like Queer Spirit

There was this Family Guy episode about Chris’s penis, so that got me thinking about penises. They are so weird. I’ve seen a few penises in my day, and they’re all so different. I guess you could say penises are like people. Okay, done with this line of reasoning. I was going to say something about TV, but I can’t remember. Damn, I hate the subject field. I never had subjects on my posts because I felt they pigeonholed what I wrote. But I guess pigeonholing is inevitable. Hm. I wonder if Molly still reads this, she has said on and off that she reads it and then that she doesn’t read it. My theory is that she doesn’t read it on a regular basis any more, but peeks back every once in a while to see what’s new. Kelly, Dan, and Taggart all have this URL. I wonder how often they read it. I can hardly imagine Taggart hanging on every word, but it would be pleasurable to imagine.

My knee has been hurting less, but my foot has been hurting more. I didn’t talk to Jordan at all today, it’s kind of good. I might have said something I didn’t mean if he called me today. I talked to my mom, she’s doing okay. We’ve been keeping up a civil relationship for a while–I guess it’s easier to deal with people over long distances. When you’re in a bad mood, you’re not confronted with them. Speaking of being confronted with things, I’m now listening to Portishead, which always makes me reminise about my past “loves” and how alone I am in the world. Charley was being a cock and signed off while I was talking to him. He had friends over. I wish I could have friends over. But I can’t imagine Tawna and Amanda hanging out at my house.

I’m reminiscing about Daniela. The first day I met her, she was so articulate, so entertianing, so cool. When we went on the San Fransisco trip, I couldn’t be happier. And then all the crap happened. I would say I’m in a period of unhappiness. But that means that there will be happiness in the future, maybe. I guess that’s enough to live for. I want to go to a real university so bad. I want to get my bachelor’s and then go on to graduate school. I hope to meet my future husband in graduate school. But then again, there would be some pretty boring people getting English majors. I would like to date an artist. I’m a sucker for an artist with a pretty face. Damn it, what’s with all these sad songs? And it’s even more sad because Daniela introduced me to OKGO.

Ah, the Ramones. I wish I could go back to a time when they were the most cutting-edge music around. That would be so cool. I’d so be a punk rocker. Or not. I’m too much of a weepy wannabe poet to be a punk rocker. I wonder if I’m going to succeed in college. I mean, I’m failing my first class this semester. Hm. Well, I won’t mope until the fat lady sings. Bloody hell! It’s almost one, and I have to get up at seven to take the math placement test! Well, since I’m taking 1B this semester I can’t take English and math in the same semester, so I guess I don’t have to get up that early. Biology is just some video, so I actually don’t have to show up at all tomorrow. Oh, I have to show up before one to register though.

I simply MUST get into English 1B with Molly. That’s going to be the most uber-fun class ever. I hope. Well, one of the non-uber-fun things about it will be that I have to get up at nine for it. But, I hope to rearrange my sleeping schedule so that I go to sleep in the afternoon and sleep until about one in the morning. That would be damn freaking cool. Well, off to bed. Actually I’ve written this whole post in bed, but still. It’s just a euphemism, damn it! I wish I could figure out how to add things to the sidebar in my new blog template. Maybe you can’t add things. Eh, I’ll cruise over to the Blogger help section tomorrow while I’m ditching Biology and hopefully having an intellectually satisfying conversation with Molly or Amanda. I had a cool conversation with Molly today, but I don’t have much to talk about. I’m just kind of lost in my own life. Weird. Well, more tomorrow.

Oh, Jordan told me a while ago that this one guy that likes Rammstein reads my blog. I forget what he said the dude’s name was. I talked to him on the phone once, hmm. If you’re reading this, Rammstein-guy, e-mail me or IM me. You sound cool. My e-mail address is my username on MSN messenger, if you don’t have AIM. I’m going to get a carpal tunnel brace for my left hand and then I’ll be able to work on my website again–maybe. I need to pay for a domain name, but that requires money. Hmm. I have such web design talent, it’s sad to see it all go to waste.