[how did it get to be october so quickly?]

why writing so early? sunday, (yesterday,) i slept from 5a-3p, so i've only been up about sixteen hours. that's a fairly normal human amount of time to be awake consecutively. and though i'll be up at least twenty, and probably twenty-six or more before i get any sleep, trust me when i say that i'll be fine, and that when i do get to sleep, boy howdy will i be dead. oh and i stayed up last night to do the four paintings that are due today at 2:30. otherwise i'd have been, and still be, asleep. [nodding head.]

a particular person, who will remain nameless for her own safety informed me that the spoons at wendy's(r) [no link here on purpose] have unusually deep bowls on them. it had been a while since last i used one, so i could only agree to her charge for me to check it out next time i get the chance. well, while bumming around with a friend, he informed me he was rather hungry, and asked if i wanted to go to wendy's. i went, of course, for such luck does not come often. so we went, and i checked the spoon. it was quite deep, i must admit/agree. [though i was unsure as to how to measure whether it engulfed my entire upper lip, what exactly constitutes one's entire upper lip, and why this was such an important point.] in any case, there are other attributes i found equally perplexing. one being that it is quite a long bowl, not as rounded as i'd like. much longer and i'd be triggering my gag reflex just to fit much of it into my mouth. the second being the extreme flexibility of the handle. while it's good, in that it doesn't break when used in the hard-frozen-chocolate-ice-cream of a drink known as a frosty(r), it does bend farther then it should, and sometimes, when the frosty breaks apart before the spoon, it can cause a catapult like effect, trust me. and it's not like you have much choice in the matter of using a spoon. until they get reinforced straws for the frosty's, that's out of the question.

[unrelated note: i like cantaloupe jelly-belly's more than real cantaloupe.]

the next few comments came from the same person who is mentioned above the cantaloupe statement. and they were in context of the conversation, just so you know they didn't come completely out of left field, though they caught me slightly off-guard. she said, "dude, I so swore you were gay, for like a month. don�t take that the wrong way. you're just way too good to be straight." and while i take that as a compliment, it makes me wonder what was i writing in my diary to bring about such deductions. it doesn't matter, because right after she said that i shared the fact that the conditioner that came with my hair dye continues to make my hair smell a lot like hair dye, which is a great smell. anyway, thanks, you know who you are.

during my last two years of high school (about 2.5-3.5 years ago now,) a great young lady and i were in a relationship, and we were really close. her parents treated me half like a son, the other half like their daughters boyfriend, so basically they treated me like son-in-law. we spent a lot of time together, always hung out, went out, and did stuff together. anyways, at the time, there was this mercedes-benz commercial that came out, with the song 'falling in love again', playing in the background. we both loved the song, and were both equally happy to see the commercial. eventually the playing of the commercial slowed and it was rarely seen. nevertheless, we both still thoroughly enjoyed the song, and quickly procured a copy of marlene dietrich singing it, (quite brilliantly i might add.) and even before that i had quickly etched the words to the stone in my head so that i could repeat them back to woman of my affections. and many-a-time, when no one else was around, we'd slow dance to nothing but one of us speaking the words, not even singing them (or sometimes singing them, but poorly). i probably don't have to tell you, that it was very nice. two things reminded me of this. one, the entry at the link of her name. and two, i got a cd burned with old files that i was previously unable to retrieve from a bad cd. those files included some old pictures that reminded me of the time period. [some of those pictures can be seen at left. i haven't changed much, have i?]

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"don't die on the vine, baby.
cos your survival is mine, maybe.." -s.n.



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