2000-03-19

ahem.

all better now. quelled the fiery pangs of skaterboy lust by spending the afternoon at the coffee shop reading about xml.

nothing dispirits the libido like pontificating document/data structuring. really kills the drive right out of a girl.

no. i really have nothing to say.

i am avoiding writing my first scene for my screenwriting class tomorrow. for the record, it DOES open with the video of david lee roth's cover of california girls. plainly, i am setting myself up for disaster, especially since one other guy in my class is writing about some martyred twelve-year-old boy in india who spent the ages of ten-twelve canvassing for unionization of the kids who knot all the knots in those fluffy oriental rugs that everyone is so fond of.

substance, schmubstance. i have an mtv sub-theme.

so there.

skaterboy didn't call today, just as i knew he wouldn't. i am not upset. on the contrary, i simply sit back and mourn the loss of sex with a fine fine boy. and i nod my head, quite serenely, leave it all up to the stars above.

i am oddly optimistic lately.

i dunno why that is.

perhaps as my spelling deteriorates into barely-interpretable babble, my new-found lingual ignorance leaves me without the capabilities to express the profundity of my existential angsts, thereby rendering me a happier, albeit more clouded, soul.

i always knew being an english major was a really poor move on my part.

happy sunday for a change. yay. yay for the glory of self-comfort.