Wednesday, September 20, 2006

stream of consciousness

Good evening, loyal readers. I'm cleaning my room tonight. Strangely motiviated while listening to the Beach Boys, which is a tactic my mother brainwashed me with at a very young age.

As I clear off my very cluttered desk, I'm finding notes from R&G are Dead (play), and apparently while frustrated one evening, I wrote down the following words:

Rehearsal
Mantra
Cigarettes
Alcohol
Exercise
Confidence
Composure
Contribution
Valve
Fuckadoodledoo

I can follow most of them, but I'm not sure about valve. Anyway, I felt the need to record this for postponed introspection.

Moving on, I had a date last weekend. LAME. However, I did get to see Clerks 2 again, have a beer, and now I can at least say I've had a date recently.

Coincidentally, I JUST checked my phone b/c I left it on vibrate tonight (no joke - just checked it mid-blog) and the guy called. I'm sincerely shocked. We have competely different senses of humor. Plus he didn't clean his car for me, pay, or wear a clean shirt. Mixed messages, or clueless male? Either way, I don't think I'm interested.

Newest news: I like a dude I'm not allowed to like. Staci called dibs. And he's kind of been flirting. BUT, I learned my lesson the hard way, so I won't be dipping into that pool again. Too bad. He's funny, smart, and knows lots of movie quotations. *sigh*

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