Sunday, April 1, 2007

the fiction, the romance, and the technocolor lights

Well its about 2:45pm. It's April fools day. Mom had the the twins tell me that grandma's car was stolen. They thought that was really funny. In two days I will be 26. I'm not sure how I feel about being in my late twenties. I always thought and hoped that I would be dead by then.

John, Danielle, and Sergio came over last night. We had Hungry Howie's pizza and played Yahtzee then watched TV a while until they all left around eleven-thirty.

I couldn't sleep last night in bed so I layed on the couch and slept there until seven this morning when I woke up to go potty. I tried going back to bed and couldn't get to sleep so I went back to the couch and slept there until about noon.

I feel down today. It's a normal day. I tried burning my mom a mixed CD and it kept messing up. I don't know what I am doing wrong. I'll ask Dawggy when he gets home, if he's got the time. They're busy with Jessie and Nick (their daughter and grandson).

I need to go through the rest of the boxes. I need to get some English work done. I need to clean the kitchen. I need to clean the bathroom. I need to clean the bedroom and fix the damn bed that keeps sliding off the box springs. My apartment is not a disaster area like my mom assumes it is. It's presentable but little things like theres a ring around the toilet and there is toothpaste splattered on the mirror and facet in the bathroom. The kitchen has a couple things in it like a couple spoons and a butterknife. I still haven't washed all the dishes that Christine gave me because I'm not sure where to put them. I don't have a lot of cabinet space. My livingroom isn't bad but I really need to get through the boxes that are in there. I worked on that a little bit today and threw a bunch of papers and odds and ends in the trash. My bedroom looks kinda like a tornado hit it this morning because the blanket is on the floor and the sheet is coming off my bed again, the closet is open and my tv tray is full of school stuff.

Dawggy and Harmony and their daughter and grandson are at a barbecue. I don't know what time they'll be home. I've got headphones on and turned up so I can drown out some of the noise in my head. At the moment I'm listening to Matchbox 20's CD, "Mad Season".



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