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i choose cookies Today was a complete waste. And I'm feeling great. I woke up late, beyond any chance of making it to skating, semiotics, or economics. I lounged around for a while, not even getting dressed because I was home alone. Ate some breakfast and then settled into a game of Mario Kart on the Game Cube. Damn, I shouldn't have played while my cousin was down because now I'm slightly addicted. Then came the cookies. Mr. Christie's Chunks Ahoy! (honestly, the exclamation point is part of the name). When it came time to go to Calculus, I kept making all kinds of excuses why I deserved a day off. Clearly, game cube and cookies take precedence over my education. I did, however, choreograph a new footwork sequence to Rachmaninoff Piano Concerto No. 2. I've wanted to skate to this forever because it's so amazing. Rachmaninoff was so brilliant that his pieces blow my mind. To bits. Tiny gay bits. So no, I didn't go to class. No, I didn't get dressed (all I've been wearing all day is a bandana). No, I didn't study at all. But I'll make up for it tomorrow, for real. Wait...tomorrow's Thursday. I have no class tomorrow! Apparently, two days ago, somebody called and Jeff answered the phone. The guy wanted to know about the room that I have for rent. After Jeff talked to him for a while, the guy interrupted and asked, "Are you gay?" Jeff said no (which is true), and then the guy was like "oh okay, thanks. Bye." Weird eh...what if I had been the one to answer the phone? And why would the person assume that? That would have been interesting to live with another gay guy though, because then Jeff would be surrounded. OH and after Jeff told me, we called my brother's office to hear his sex-chat message on his answering machine (SHUDDER). Funny stuff... call it sometime; the number is...nah, I can't do that. -Lovefool PS Happy belated St. Patrick's Day! |
