The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

I really didn’t do anything this weekend, with the exception of the party. I was supposed to hang out with Ripley on Saturday, but (as usual) he bailed on me. Whatever. I had a sneaking suspicion he was playing both sides… pretending to go out with Adrien while secretly scheming to get me to take him to Sacramento. I’m an avid conspiracy theory inventor.

I didn’t do much today except for go on my normal 3 mi. bike ride and do a whole bunch of packing. I am amazed by how much stuff I have. But I’m whittling away at it. I’m thinking is telling my boss today that I’m leaving at the end of the month. Nah. I’ll tell him next week, a week ahead of schedule. I get paid Wednesday. I hope it’s enough to pay my bills, save some away, and buy that new hard drive I want for my computer to set up a RAID array.

Me and Ripley talked a few days ago about if he wanted to go out with me, and he said yes. But I feel like it’s not really true… but it’s all just a scheme…but then again I find it hard to believe that people like me as much as they do. I don’t know. It just really hurts to know that you’re the number two. God this post is boring me. I’m going to take some NyQuil and go to sleep. I have to be up at like quarter to six tomorrow. And then I’m going to have to waste an entire day in town because I’m lying to my dad that I’m starting college today. Motherfuck. Maybe Ripley will call me. Or maybe the sun will explode. Well, at least I’ll possibly get some reading done. I’ll put my novel in my car before I go to sleep.