January 7th, 2001


when all else fails, clean.

so, tonight kinda sucked.

this was the plan: bunch of friends go hang out at golden gardens, enjoy bon fire, watch people spin fire, take some cool pictures, spin fire myself, talk to people, enjoy.

actual events: get blythe and anil, go to at0m's ... wait for evan and some other chick to arrive. they don't show for some time. bltyhe wants to go to her friends party, so I take her to the party ... I go in, I don't want to be there, I don't want to talk to people, I don't know anybody, so I leave. I went on a little walk, decided there was nothing to do, so drove home. Called at0m: everybody was so slow getting to his house that we weren't going to the park because it was closing in 40 minutes. Blythe calls ... "where are you?" I have to go back and get her and Anil. Come back home, cleaned my room, and died my hair black. Much of this while Blythe keeps asking me what's wrong.

Pretty fucking lame night. At least my room's clean now.


had many strange, vivid, and adventurous dreams last night. woke up at noon, but wanted to go back to bed and dream more.

went to cedar's with a bunch of people, but cedar's was closed, so we went to red robin's.

today's plans:
-- fold the rest of my laundry
-- learn more spinning moves
-- clean my inbox (was at 76 last night... at 39 now. goal: < 20)