mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- unwanted gaseous emissions, porn prevention, and Keanu sucks! I'm supposed to get a roommate today. I don't want a roommate. Having a roommate seriously cuts into my quality time with Mr. Vibrator and his buddies, the porn. It also seriously cuts into my sitting around with no pants on habit, which.. I don't know, might not be a bad thing necessarily. But I don't know when they're coming, it can be at any time, it may not even be today, and that's a little frustrating. I don't wanna live in a dorm! Wahhh! (insert whining here) I know I've said this before and you're probably getting tired of it, but I love my friends. I wonder if anytime soon I'll forget how I used to be friendless and desperate, and how lucky I am to have two friends that appreciate our friendship as much as I do. I wonder if anytime soon, when I'm hanging out with them, I'll forget to think, "Lookie here! I'm with friends! They want to hang out with me! Wow!" Because right now, that's all I'm thinking. Last night I was just so grateful to go to Diet Friend's apartment and chat with her and her roommate, and then so grateful to pick up Crazy Friend at her house, and then so grateful to go to the Bonfire (it's Homecoming here, and for once, our team actually won a game! WooHOO!) and make fun of Crazy Friend because she has a crush on a Paramedic. We had lovely food at Texadelphia and then went to another friend's house and watched The Saint. I lurrve that movie! While at errmm.. Dentist Friend's (she's in school for dental hygiene at Texas Woman's University, TWU for short. Of course, based on rumors and such, we've changed the name of the school to Two Women United) house, I bonded with her black lab while Crazy Friend and Diet Friend got in a little tiff over Diet Friend's gaseous emmissions. I'm not really sure about all that, because I just don't understand why anyone could get so ANGRY over someone else's inability to hold in their farts. Also, Crazy Friend and I got in a little tiff over a Sports Illustrated. We went in Dentist Friend's kinda brother's room and he had the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition, and Crazy Friend was like "Oh Gross!I can't believe he has that!" And she practically ran out of the room. Maybe I've desensitized myself from that through my avid porn watching, but I just thought that reaction was a little extreme, and I told her so. She didn't seem to appreciate that, but got over it. We also went over to my mom's house for a few minutes so they could meet her and see her new BMW. My mom seemed to be proud of me. It was nifty. Anyway. The point is that I'm happy because I have good friends. Good friends = good times! Sweet November is really a horrible movie. I used to like Keanu somewhat, but after this movie, I'm on the bandwagon with the Keanu haters. I rented Memento, also, and I can't wait to see what everyone's talking about with that one. I don't want a roommate! 9:41 a.m. - October 14, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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