The Diary of Antoine Roquentin

This weekend was sort of a blur. Well, aren’t they all?

I hung out at Christen’s house almost all weekend… and I didn’t get much of anything done except for writing out a whole bunch of valentines. Well, I only wrote out like three of them, but I made them all adorable and customized.

I would have written out more, but I’ve realized that I don’t have anyone’s address (for adorable valentines, email me your snail-mail address at arthur at arthur dot net).

I’m feeling a sort of odd ennui today. I cleaned up my room (I got a cool stainless steel letter holder thing at Target), I’m washing my clothes, and feel rather productive… but it is undeserved. I’m a chapter in a half behind my math class, and I’m going to have to drop it Monday unless I catch up, because we have a huge test on Tuesday.

I keep listening to this retarded dance song by Fedde Le Gran, but it’s too repetitive to get it out of my head. Maybe I’ll try to listen to some ATB.

I posted another ad for my car… maybe I will get some bites.

Me and Christen watched Pink Flamingoes last night, it was her first time seeing it and she totally loved it! I just feel like I have some kind of deep bond with people that can laugh at such a disturbing movie ;).

Other than that, I just really have no idea what I’m doing with my life. How much time have I spent trying to get my act together down here? Six months?

The world as I knew it is over. I need to get shit done. I need to always catch the early bus. I need to catch up in my math class (impossible).

And for some damn reason my phone isn’t getting service at my house. Grr!

All right, I need to go for a jog. I’m too stressed out.