I'm drinking cheap champagne again. Yay me. And we're listening to Jon Spencer Blues Explosion, and hanging out in Matty's hot apartment. It's been a fun day--we went CD shopping at Reckless and browsed at some of the other punk rawk stores in town. I'm having a kickass time. It sucks that I have to spend the bulk of the day tomorrow doing schoolwork to make up for my goofing around all weekend.

So, yeah. Fun weekend. I'm sure I'll post more later.

So she picked up this car, and on the way out of town, it died. But hey, it had lumbar support. As does this chair.

Everybody send kind thoughts in the direction of Paul. There's nothing worse than "I love you, but I'm not in love with you." It's so trite. I've heard it more than enough times and it makes me really bitter.

Speaking of Big Breakup Messes, I'm talking to Ray again. I missed him. I saw some webpage with a Klein bottle made out of Legos, and I thought of him immediately and I had to email him. I've been thinking of him a lot lately, I met him around this time last year, but I was a little uncomfortable with emailing him. But a Klein bottle made out of Legos...that was so *him* that I couldn't help it. I'm glad we're talking again. It makes me feel a lot better.

It looks like Aaron is coming up to visit sometime this weekend. I don't know when, though. Probably when he gets done writing weblog entries about his warts...complete with gory close-up photos. Hah!

I have visitors coming this weekend. Visitors are always nice. I think they're really coming to see some show at the Empty Bottle tomorrow night, but they're going to visit me too, and we're going to go out to dinner on Friday night and then do stuff on Saturday. Brian has been a real source of entertainment during the work day ever since I gave him my supertopsecret work email address, and if he's as much fun in real life as he is in email, we'll have a great time.

I'm having problems with AIM. I don't know what the deal is, but I'm unable to connect. So, if you want to chat with me, use ICQ. My number is 89221140, and I have to authorize you, so tell me who you are, please.

You know, I really wanted to update earlier from work, I had all sorts of things to say, but now I'm home and my mind is blank. Later, maybe.

I'm so irritated that I almost sent a really nasty email to Aaron this morning telling him *exactly* what "zarf" means. And it wasn't pretty. It had something to do with...oh, never mind. Let's just say that it was very, very unpretty and unladylike. If you know the situation...you probably get the gist of it.

I'll make up a Scrabble word for you. Here goes. Quxomick. That's worth much more than forty points, and I'll even make up a definition. It means "Nanette fucking rules and is totally clever. Appreciate her."

Andrea missed her bus and didn't make it to the party.

I didn't get to sing last night. The Marigold was a zoo because there was a political benefit going on in the bowling alley section. I did get to hear Nathan tear the hell out of "Born in the U.S.A.," though.

It was Matt's roommate Matt's birthday yesterday, so there was cake and beer/cheap champagne post-Marigold. And plenty of laughs. It's amazing how being around a group of good friends can lift my spirits immediately.

Colin was wearing a studded wristband. I told him that he looked like Rob Halford from Judas Priest. Then we watched Heavy Metal Parking Lot and it was proved.

Matt's new couch is a really comfortable place to sleep. It is the perfect size for me, and it's soft. Definitely better than the fold-out loveseat or my crappy air mattress.

Matty woke me up with Jimmy Eat World this morning. I feel really sensitive now. I'm gonna go get my backpack and do whatever it is that emo kids do now, thanks.