At last! Drowsiness! Imma bounce.

l8r

Ah shit, Warriors came on. Imma lay in bed and watch it.

mousse au chocolat!

i had a thing of hot and spicy shrimp tonight. it was five or six pieces of shrimp, then just SAUCE AND ONIONS. but it was tasty.

oh, christwagons, "because i got high" is now stuck in my head.

I was singing it my car today. *facedash*

so i'm stuck in the house tonight, made a vodka pineapple/orange with too much vodka and i'm trying to balance it by quietly going back and forth to the kitchen every few minutes as to not wake up the grandma, but my little brother insists on "not being able to sleep" every time i go in there.

goddamnit. is it karma? some kind of sign? was it stupid to not get the mini fridge?

Alas, I am stuck in as well. Tonight will be a night full of old movies and caffeine.

which movies?

caffeine's been working in my favor this week. i started taking two green tea supplements every morning and evening. i'm caffeinated without sucking down diet coke all day and i've lost a few pounds.

i wish terriblecanyons was feeling better/not 15 miles away. we could adventure! i even have money.

First a bit of Annie Hall, now The Seven Year Itch, later Rope, and then I'll have to scrounge.

i haven't seen the seven year itch in so long. that's one of my favorites. as is annie hall.

i've been itching to watch some ingrid bergman movies lately, but i just haven't been in front of a tv all week.

ok, vent time. one of my friendships has dissipated, and he won't even contact me or answer me to kind of let me know that. we never see each other, and i've asked him to just call or explain what's going on. i get nothing. god!

Haha, last Bergman I watched was the Seventh Seal at about 3am this summer.

I think I might finish the Holmes story I'm on and write in my notebook a bit while watching Rope.

i still miss the summer. my stepbrother is probably coming out here for thanksgiving with my dad and stepmom, and if he does, i just know he's going to bring 500 dvds and a bag of pizza rolls. it's going to be wicked.

right now i'm working on a poem that i kind of hate. i just want to get it out of the way.

OOOHhH, decision time, start Rope now or wait an hour for Streetcar Named Desire on TCM...I'm thinking Streetcar in 53 minutes.

Yeah, I have one more composition to do in French and I can either do it on the pro/cons of free education or social discrimination. 1,000 words. The notebook is just for random thoughts, ideas, observations. right now it's just a page of nonsense really. Like assertion that "He Stopped Loving Her Today" by George Jones is THE saddest song ever.

streetcar! damnit, i wish i had my tv.

my notebook is this moleskine full of incomplete ideas and stories. it's getting a little frustrating to write in because things are ripped out, doodles, etc everywhere. and haha, i have worse things than that in there.

the other boy i could call doesn't have a working cell phone. damnit. tonight is a night of damnits.

Haha, I just started mine yesterday. I shudder to think what'll be in it within a month because I think that I shouldn't restrain anything with it, just let my thoughts flow.

definitely don't restrain, but don't be like me and refuse to edit or erase. half the stuff i write is barely legible or sensical, but i tell myself in three weeks i might want to keep that sentence. i never do.

Oh, I write in pen so I can't erase. I intend for it to be like that. No scratching out either, unless it's a spelling mistake that I catch as I'm writing.