Thursday, February 03, 2005

Things may be looking up. I'm almost afraid to say the words aloud for fear of a hurricane or some other such act of God. Anyway, the Knox exodus to Bloomington has been confirmed: Mark and Margaret are coming down tomorrow. Sadly, Tim can't come, but they're bringing Drew, so that's cool. So, there will be much awesome hangage outage this weekend, some fun with the J. Crew tonight and possibly more over the weekend, and a Superbowl party with the J. Crew on Sunday. I was so excited I went out last night and bought a shitload of junk food and soft drinks. We already actually have plenty of alcohol, most likely enough to get five people drunk two nights in a row. What does this say about us? =) Mostly it means that said alcohol has remained untouched since early December, because Michelle and I are model citizens. Or at least busy citizens. But like I've said before, these days I really like to go out and have a couple of drinks with friends instead of going mad every weekend on hard liquor: that has its place from time to time (especially with old friends). The past few times I've done so, I've been really good about knowing when to stop, so I just get to this really nice stage and then it slowly declines until I am seized by the munchies and must find carbs to eat. Two weekends ago, for instance, was definitely wild, but not wild in the sense that I drank a lot.

Anyway. STILL no word on Baloo. Unbelievable. This is beginning to get really ridiculous. It has now been in the garage for a MONTH. This probably means there are even more things wrong with him. I am so incredibly grateful to my grandmother for letting me borrow her car. That's really the only immediate thing hanging over my head--money troubles and missing Mark are less stressful.

I got a blast from the past the other day when Pam IMed me. I haven't seen her since the end of my sophomore year of high school, and I think the last time I spoke to her was at least four years ago. Anyway, she came out years ago, but now she is a he and is named Peyton, so...wow. I'm not terribly surprised, I guess, but it was still a little shocking. I guess it kind of shows how prevalent gender roles are in society; it took some adjusting...but he said he feels a lot happier and more comfortable with himself, so that's definitely awesome. And Peyton is a good name. If I were a man, I would like to be named Peyton.

Guess that's all for now...I'm off to organize my room and then Trivial Pursuit it with the J. Crew.
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