note: potential employers: please do not judge me on my diaryland. that's lame.

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2002.07.09 11:56 a.m.

i really have a headache. this didn't occur to me until i sat down to write this. i think i haven't been able to write very well lately because i have too much to say. and i always forget the most important parts. ah diaryland.

i dreamed last night that some diarylanders were going to be on oprah. weird. i hate oprah.

i had a lot of dreams last night. it's not so oft these days that i get to sleep long. so mostly i don't remember my dreams.

except for the other morning when i woke up in hysterics. and it made me realize two things. i love fraser. and am not sure what i think about melissa. it was the truest strongest emotion i've felt in awhile. i never want to lose any of my friends.

speaking of, i went to see jeff morton play again on sunday, with ali and ellen (who are two excellent people. excellent.) it was really nice once again. really nice. i love how familiar he is. how things that he does still irratate the hell out of me. i was thinking about how much i adore ex-boyfriends. adore. ellen made a comment about how jeffmorton was flirting with me. but he wasn't. that's just how he interacts i think. which is maybe why he thinks that everyone is hitting on him. (and he's crazy.) i met his new girlfriend, jen, and she was so nice. seriously. i wish we were friends. she was very friendly. and introduced herself to me. just was big like him, and i think that's good. because although i am super-hot....i am not 22. even though i don't believe age dictates friendships by any means, i know that it has effects on relationships. definite effects. (they don't matter in the heart.)

me and sin bought a supersundae at jerry's before we left. (i think i might have lost $500. i left my atm card in the atm, probably at a place where you could get all my money. mmmhmmm. it wasn't quite as dumb as it sounds. i suppose i'll just get more. somehow. ai.) five scoops. 3 toppings. yum. and we drove down broadway on our way to my house. alvin was there. i was so happy to see him. so we had to stop and visit him briefly. i do care about him. he was sitting in between this boy and this girl. the boy must have been about 13 maybe and the girl only slightly older. and she was putting this silver necklace on his head. it was like a hippie scene out of a movie. until she really glared at us when we came to talk to him. he better. it seems at least. i know he's not good though. not well. there were hugs and stomach pokes though...i told him to call me. i suppose he might. man i love ex-boyfriends. man.

alisin came back from the lake. good good. we went to see nicole off at the airport. bye nicole! (man nicole has gotten so much action in the past month or so. holy bloody. i should leave.) we sat around there for awhile. then it occured to us that we should dye our hair. brilliant. we both look a little...off. but i like it muchly. and we're going to do more with her hair today. and maybe with mine. fun fun. i look so crazy. so crazy. and i cut my hair too. i think i'll cut it more today. i look bigger. like huge. (not age.)

i don't have to work today or tomorrow. yip.

tomorrow is alisin's birthday. you all should call her. and buy her presents. because if you don't, she'll be sad. she's leaving at 4 int he afternoon though, so call her before then. kosher?

i have to go eat pancakes. umhum.

pancakes, ex-boyfriends, that sort of thing.

previously - and then

*oh random entry*

all the diarylands. - 2008.02.21
I move my head. - 2008.01.27
read the other one. - 2008.01.21
was Medium? - 2008-01-17
Or maybe I won't. - 2008.01.15

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