Bored and Boring
Really, really sick of school right now. Only two more classes today and I can slip off to Seattle and then to DC with Justin.

Despite the moderate workload, everything's going smoothly. I finally went to Rennie's bar with the Llamas on Friday, after a couple beers and pizza at Pegasus. Not a bad place. I have to say I'm surprised.

Saturday night, Rachelry and I made potato leek soup, rented "wedding movies" (chick flicks) and in between DVDs, walked to Sweet Life and ate a slice of vegan raspberry chocolate torte, which tasted remarkably UN-vegan. MMM.

God, I think... I'm in a blogging slump. It's not that life has become boring or mundane per se, it's that during "ups" like this, all the joy and introspection passes through me like water, and though I note "I should write that down," I'm usually too busy enjoying myself to actually do it.

Instead, I find myself wanting to write about how my office G4 died when I flashed the PRAM or how the plant on my desk is slowly dying, simply because these things are right in front of me.

I guess I'll just make a random chart of things that are going through my head and leave it at that until I return from DC (unless I hook up in the hotel room).

I finally got renter's insurance.
The left hole of my right piercing worries me because it's irritated, but the piecer says it looks OK.
I hope Rupert doesn't get too sad and lonely while I'm away.
VH1 is addictive and evil. "Top 40 Reality TV Moments" had me hooked for two hours last night.
I'm horny and I think I'll take the next five days to do something creative to fix that problem.
I feel spontaneous, adventurous and, above all, ready to go practice being a yuppie in DC.

UH. Pathetic, I know, but that's it. I'm circling around thinking nothing and thinking everything; trying to keep a blank mind and getting all my shit together.

O well, shouganai ne.