10/26/00

raspberry vinaigrette is the new crack. it has replaced all other condiments and is currently saturating my dinner of salad, french fries and potato skins. there are little reddish splashes of it all over my computer, printer, desk that testify as to just how obsessed i’ve become with it. is there rehab available for this?

so, i’m back from fall break. i played with my cats, spent way too much money, enjoyed lazy mornings of vanilla coffee, pajamas and fuzzy slippers stolen from my little sister, saw everyone who’s anyone, acquired hangovers, witnessed one friend be bludgeoned with a vase and another with a frying pan, got a piece of glass in my eye due to a friend’s ex boyfriend busting out my best friend’s windshield, and managed not to argue with my father. overall it was a good and insane trip. i’m not disappointed, but i’m definitely glad that i don’t live in danville anymore and i wasn’t too terribly heartbroken about coming back here. it’s like the orphaned child who quickly latches onto anyone willing to be their new parent; i was just so ready for somewhere new that almost anywhere would have seemed like an improvement.

i also got a nose ring over the break, bringing my piercing tally up to seven. a friend of mine bought a piercing gun on sale for four bucks, so rather spur-of-the-moment i decided i’d get my nose pierced. i sat down on my bed, he counted to three and now there’s another hole in my face. i do believe i’m really driving my parents crazy by making them wonder when i’ll ever get out of this “phase.” the answer: no sooner than i absolutely have to. but it would be just my luck that the day after i get a nose ring, i come down with a cold, complete with sniffles and runny nose. bleh.

follow up report: i did indeed see the aforementioned ex, and we did manage to exclude ourselves from the rest of the party, and although i wanted to ask for a kiss ... i didn’t. the ex had just gotten out of a rather twisted relationship only a few hours beforehand and i figured it’d be pretty tactless to make a move. maybe next visit?

i really don’t have much else to say, and even this was all relatively boring (i apologize). i’m not in the mood to write and i feel as if i’m forcing this, which i hatehatehate. this is why i’ve attempted to keep countless diaries/journals during my lifetime and none of them have lasted longer than a few weeks. i keep trying to resist the urge to hit the delete key.