Thursday 5.21.98 0102aHST
I don't know how writers do it. Actually find something interesting to write about and create a masterpiece for thine eyes to feast upon. I, in no way shape and form, do I fancy myself a writer. I despise writing papers, doing research, or writing in a journal on a daily basis.I know its rather contradictory to devote most of my site to "Psycho Babble" but hey....its only updated weekly. Its a lazy persons webjounal.....wait no. Lets not label this a "journal". Its not. It's what it is. Psycho Babble. Things that other people don't give a shit about but me. Then why the fuck do I write this stuff you ask? I DON'T HAVE A FUCKING CLUE!
Ok.
The last Seinfeld episode totaly ruined the whole Seinfeld phenomenon for me. It was the worse.....I emphasize WORSE episode I ever saw. You hear that Jerry? (let's assume he's visiting my site ok.....live the fantasy with me). The episode sucked Jerry. It sucked the huge extra large weenie. I think the only thing that made me huff amusement was John Pinnet(the fat guy who got robbed...at least I think that was his name). Immature as I was in High School (not like I'm any more mature now) I used to tease one of my sisters friends (Hi Sarah!) that he(John Pinnet the guy that got robbed in the Last Seinfeld) was her (Sarah) boyfriend. You know how grade school kids tease each other like, "Ha-ha ________(fill in name of gross discusting person) is your boyfriend". I don't know why (do I ever?) but that was a hallarious to me. In all fairness to Sarah, she told me that "Geechy Guy" was my boyfriend. Ok so that you're not totally lost, John Pinnet and Geechy Guy were these two stand-up comedians that were on MTVs half-hour comedy hour(anyone remember that show?). Sarah and I watched it a lot....thus childish teasing...then this nonsense story which is an offshoot of the SUCK last episode.
I smell summer. Sniff. Classes are out and for the past three nights I've been going to sleep at three in the morning. The summer diet has begun. And what a way to end the third day of dieting by having a leftover chocolate brownie from Stewart Andersons (its a restuarant if you didn't already know DUH...I don't know anyone by the name of Stewart plus Anderson). It was this 6 inch high brownie that we got on the house because my co-worker discovered a deep fried fly on her chicken wings. As delicious as it looked (the fly) she sent it back (after eating half of what was served to her). Mr. Manager came out apologized, said he would take it off the bill and also offered a desert. She didn't want one, and because I assumed that it was on the house I'm like "we'll order one!" What idiot passes up a FREE desert?? So we (meaning the rest of my friends because OF COURSE I'm going to share this thing) order the fudge brownie whatchamacallit. This six inch high, double decked, brownie topped with a large scoop of vanilla ice cream and hot fudge on the side. It was good. I ate one bite and my friend Aki took a couple stabs of it. That was it. That one bite made me feel guilty. I was so good the whole day and even ordered a salad for dinner. I didn't want to ruin it by eating most of this brownie. So I just ate the ice cream....hehe. I took the rest home and ate it tonite. Actually I've been nursing it for two days......the diet is going fucking great right? Aren't you proud?
According to my good friend Marisa (who I haven't seen for weeks it seems) Digna (a friend) is leaving to live in Cali. Digna graduated last semester and Marisa actually got her fired at her retail job. Hey what are friends for. So to wish her a bon voyage we're going to do a pot-luck shindig at the beach on Friday. Return of the beached whale......
I'm going to go....and watch my taped new episode of the overhyped show South Park.....and dream of having a three way with Matt Stone and Trey Parker.....OooOooo.
I'm sick and you love it.
--Sun
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