name: amber
age: 22
location: new orleans
aim: sapgirly mail work
January 11, 2001
I was going to write something yesterday, but I forgot. Watchin' Rosie and Julia Styles is on. The more I hear about Save the Last Dance, the more I want to see it. I'll have to get someone to take me. I wonder what day it comes out...cuz maybe I can go after my creative writing pizza party. Ha. Actually, it is a rather comical situation because I had this big crush on this guy in the club and then he got this girlfriend and I was like "Okay, I don't like him, what am I thinking?" It wasn't like I was just saying I could never...whatever, but it was me saying I was being stupid. In any case, now I have to hang out with him every now and then and my friend Phillip (who is really a girl) says we're going out for pizza after finals. Not that anyone but me and my immediate friends care.
The thing I love about the week before finals is that none of the teachers give you homework because they think you'll be studying. Right. So that means I get to fuck around and build my site and just in general be cool. I get to hang out and do neato stuff and more importantly, sleep. I've been taking a nap every day this week which I know is bad for me but I don't care. And I've been trying to upload a few of my poems on this site so that I actually have something to show off when I open up my doors. So far no one's seen it except a few of my friends who don't really care anyway.
And as a special added bonus, my mother just said (and the news is repeating it now) that the power is going to get shut off...like...now so I'm going to save and I'll see ya later. Right.
Just sitting here on a boring Monday afternoon, listening to a Counting Crows CD I feard I had lost (even though I would have just gone out and bought it again) and downloading some songs on Napster. I love Napster so much, really. I love Counting Crows more though. You know...would you rather have your favourite band or all the others? Hmm...
I've decided to have a new life plan. I know, I know, I'm only 16 right? But I can have a life plan. I've always been a planner. So--I'm going to go to college and become a psychiatrist and make a fat load of money. Then I'm moving to either San Francisco or London (I have every intention of saying why I like England so much even tho I've never been there later on), setting up a vintage store and taking a few days out of the week to shop for it. What could be cooler than shopping for a living? Then, when I get it settled (and I don't have a name yet--I have 20 or so years to think of it), I'll start taking classes and courses and whatnot and just become proficient at everything. I mean, I'll learn carpentry, and go to culinary school, art classes, english, biology, chemistry; I'll be a capable auto mechanic! That's what I'll do with my money--manage my vintage store and go to school and just absorb knowledge. It'll be so cool. By the time I die I'll know everything.
I really, really hate the fact that I have to have this ad here, but my host decided that I didn't pay enough attention to her and kicked me off. I deserved it. Anyway, now I have to deal with ads cuz I cannot for the life of me find a free banner-free ftp (alliteration, ya!) service. So if anyone out there reads this page and has their own domain and wants to give me the...100kb or whatever it would take to publish this one page I would be forever in your debt, but other than that, just scroll down and I'll try to stop complaining.
I have never really considered myself an insomniac. I have often been short of sleep, but never have I actually said "I am an insomniac; I need help." And I'm not going to say it today. Last night, I was up until about 4:30, having gone to bed at one. Actually, around 2:30, I came out to my living room and turned on the tv because that normally helps but not today. I sat through the entire abc version of Mr. Saturday Night. Before the commercials came on, they flashed a little transition thing that said ::ahem:: "Insomniac Theatre." Right out loud, I said "That's not funny." And it wasn't. After the commercials, I was entertained with a few seconds of claymation...a man with his eyes closed starts dropping his head and then jerks it back up, pets his cat. I looked down at my own furry feline and decided that I definitely needed to get to sleep.
The commercials on at this time of night are incredibly sad and interesting. When you're up at 4 in the morning, you see ads you've never seen before. That's the interesting part. The sad part is that they're all public service or non profit organizations, like the Arbor Day Foundation. There was a commercial about making sure your roof is made of tiles and not wood, and that your vegetation was not "combustible." Rare treats, I tell you. So, of course then, here I am, at 11 in the morning, having been woken up numerous times by my stepfather being an ass and making noise in the kitchen, downloading from Napster because my mom's taking it away today.
I had so many plans this weekend, and they've all boiled down to one afternoon study session today. I swear man, my friends...flaky.
