Saturday, September 28, 2002

At work printing out business cards for my mom. Takes hours so I'm killing time. Some theoretically random person found my site and went to the quotes pop-up, which had a lame quote. I took the opportunity to change that. Now it's a Simpsons quote. With my geek status firmly intact, I can rest easy that no one will think I'm lame. I have a website with no real content and ramble endlessly about a life that isn't even fascinating. To make matters worse, I gotta grab one of the digital cameras and take a couple of shots. Action Jesus must be seen by the masses.
Here's another semi-interesting link: Find out what obscure band you are I'm Shonen Knife. Which means I'm cute and Japanese. Which, I suppose, is better than being The Strokes.

Friday, September 27, 2002

I tripped in the dark on my way to the bathroom and damn near broke my nose. My room is a mess. My nose is hideous. I am dumb. It's Google's fourth birthday.

Tim Easton is playing the 400 tonight. I couldn't find anyone to go with me, so I'm not going to go. I wish I was braver at going to shows alone. I will regret not going a lot, I know. I got an invite from Amanda. They are moving and want to get rid of a bunch of their stuff. It was something like "GET DRUNK and BUY our STUFF". I like it. I will definitely have to go. 5:15 pm Heather just reminded me my nose is going to bruise up shortly. Great. I'm going to look like a battered wife. I should use the Amy Sedaris method of explaining facial bruises:
"I've never been this happy in my entire life! I finally found my true love."