christ, what a boring night.

first up, slept in till around 11.  i couldn't stay home again, since i had play practice right after school and had to be there, so i just went in three hours late or so.  so, went in, had english and adult and family living, and then went to play practice.

(jesus, amber, jason and fallon all just got off AIM.  dropping like flies, they are)

anyway, had practice, and then came home.  sat around, took some aspirin, basically did nothing.

around ten, started watching jackie brown and the more i see it, the more i start to enjoy it more than pulp fiction or reservoir dogs.  drawn out and leisurly, the pacing is slow, yet deliberate.  pam grier, de niro, robert forster, sammy - the cast is stupendous ("girl, don't make me break my foot off in your ass."  sam jackson is sooooo the man in that).  everything just clicks, and the underlying theme of aging and loneliness are light years ahead of the pop culture references and minor ideas of his two previous.  can't wait for kill bill.

again - i'm a movie geek.

anyway, a little while after i started watching that, my computer crashed for the tenth time this week, and i just left the fucking thing off and went to get some food.  the only place open nearby, of course - bob's.

hey, i didn't wanna drive far.  i'm sick.  so, i go up there.  i see renee's car parked at her home, but when i get up the turnpike, she's up there with jackie.  dan was waiting, so it was a regular partay.  i ordered a chicken sandwich (such a bad vegatarian am i) and french fries, which were cooked by vicki and therefore shouldn't have been consumed.  anyway, dan offered me fifty bucks to cover for him so he could go get trashed with jackie and renee at the hotel, which i was all for.  but, then they realized that i don't know how to wait.  i was all like "ah, ain't no thang, baby," all suave and shit, but they didn't bite.

so, i took my food and went home.

got the computer running again, and now, here i sit.

that fat, horrible bastard rick called me into work tomorrow!  i talked with lisa, and it turns out it's going to be me, her, james and kim.  why they need four people in the middle of february, i'll never know, but they do.

i'll do it, because i do need the money.  this last check was only for $35, i won't even get one next week, and then the one after that will be right before i go the beach with jen, so it'll come in handy.

i'm looking forward to that trip.  hopefully michelle and steph will be able to head up in saturday, and make a party of it.  i need a break from friggin' lancaster, and jen says she does too.  my dream is still to take her gambling, but, alas, that'll have to wait three years or so.

argh.  my head's so congensted, i can't think straight.  arrrrrrrrrrgggggghhhhh.

yeah.  so.  i got an e-mail from abbi.  just saying hello and whatnot.  it was nice, to tell the truth.  echoed a lot of what i'm feeling right now.  she seems to feel i don't want to talk to her anymore, but nothing is further from the truth.  i miss her a lot, i miss staying on the phone with her for hours.  talking with abbi was one of the things that got me through the day, one of the things i looked forward to.  she was a good talker, if you want to know the truth.  so, i'll give her a call sometime.

i'm getting into the habit of going to livejournal.com and doing a random search through people's journals.  then, you find a cool chick's diary, you fall in love with her, and then get depressed because you know she's this really interesting person, but you'll never get to meet her.

sigh.

blah.

-t