Sunday, May 02, 2004

Five things I hate, but refuse to justify to anyone.
1.London
2.Australian Guys
3.Country (or alt.country or roots rock..whatever) bands from Canada. Especially those that refer to their brand of music as Americana*
4.
5.

*I forgive Neil Young.**

**Not for his excellence, or for any other logical reason. In the spirit of this list, my reasons are unusual and, possibly, more hilarious than this entire list. Reasons I, again, refuse to disclose.

Here's the real pisser, I started that list last semester and have forgotten four and five. But I did have exactly five at the time. I'll get back to you on that one.

Five things that would make my apartment better (that I aim to acquire in the coming days/weeks):
1.Food
2.Furniture in my room
3.Theatrical poster for "Over the Top"
4.Scantily clad women
5.An internet connection

Actual post time: 10:00 A.M., Monday August 23rd.

First night in the apartment. Two hours of TV chased with four of sleep. My walls are bare white, and need fixing. My computer is a piece of shit and also needs fixing. It takes 11 minutes to start up now, which is a situation that's only funny if it's happening to Not You.

But I'm happy. There's a nature valley lemon yogurt granola bar in my pocket, and in theory I won't have to get up this early again for the rest of the semester. I got up all early and shit just to get to this computer lab and find out I don't have class until 11:00. So at least I've got that going for me, which is nice.

I should get a camera and start taking pictures of DeKalb. I'd hate to turn this into a straight-up "here's what I did this morning" journal, maybe that'd spice things up. For starters, I'd take a picture of the faggy-looking guy who seems to really want to look like Richard Ashcroft, except he's not lanky, he's wearing a polo shirt and his hair has blonde highlights. And he really is wearing sunglasses inside. Pretty much the same big ones in that picture. And he keeps looking around and pouting at people.

See why I need a camera? Plus, once I get those scantily clad women...