2005-01-16 - 7:15 p.m.
I keep putting off another blog entry in hopes that brilliance will strike me (damn-near) speechless while I'm walking down the street one day and I'll have the most fascinating shit to say. Alas....life's full of balls-out disappointment, huh?
I gotta go to school in two days, and I think that I remember again why I hated English majors in college (sorry, guys, but pretentious English majors are just as fucking bad as pretentious film majors except wwaaaaayyyyyy more boring and with far more pairs of jeans that taper at the ankle). And now I am one. Cuz I'm a fucking douchebag too.
Bo and An showed up last night in a surprising but delightful little coup de grace. Hey, I just decided that innapropriately using French phrases is some sort of cure-all, and it'll most assuredly make me less of a douchebag for being an English major.
I babysat last night for a couple of what I like to call "my kind of kids." They ate a whole bunch, showed me their rock collections, humped my foot, peed mere feet from me with the door open, watched Mean Girls and Elf, played PS2, made me do a variation on calisthenics wherein I was forced to run in circles bouncing an enormous exercise ball and kicking myself in the butt, drank HUGE bottles of Diet Coke, asked me why I did not have a husband and what was that thing in my nose, tickled each other, called my underarm my "chicken wing," tickled said "chicken wing," pretented to fart, and passed out watching reruns of The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.
I totally don't wanna go back to school. Aahh, c'est la vie.
