WASTING MY TIME

i'm sitting at my new desk. not to be confused with my old desk that was as big as a bull elephant and blocked all the light from coming in my window because that was the only place in the room it would fit. i had a "vacation" last thursday and friday that consisted of me sitting in front of my laptop and the aforementioned desk... does that mean that, whenever i set my laptop on the desk it becomes a desktop computer instead of a laptop? i broke down and bought the latest sims2 expansion pack, probably just 'cause i was bored and got paid on friday. i think i'm already tired of it, seeing as how i don't really "play" the game, just build massive houses that make me wish i was one of those little sim people just so i could chill out on my fancy-schmancy couch in my living room with the two-story windows or else lay out by the pool in my central park of a backyard.

but i digress.

i guess my "vacation" wasn't all playing the sims. i did take summer to the airport, worked out (once), went to the mall and spent--get this--ZERO dollars, went to lunch with my parents, and saw the flaming lips in okc. i'm not a big lips fan so i'm not going to go into the show except to say that the oklahoma city zoo ampitheater is quite possibly the most fucked up operation EVER. but what can you do. shawna and i left after "she don't use jelly" and "do you realize." when we were walking out i felt like one of those people. you know, the people that leave the show right after the headliner plays THE single? yeah. that was me. and i was only bugged about it for half a second, then i realized that i wouldn't have to spend an hour in traffic on MLK boulevard AND i'd make it home at a decent hour.

something spurred me to make this entry and now i've entirely forgotten what it was.

instant messenger is the devil. if your phone alerted you whenever anyone you wanted to talk to but didn't really want to talk to 'cause you didn't really have anything to say... ok, a certain boy... was standing by their phone with nothing to do, ready to answer should you call...that's what instant messenger is. it makes that dumbass little sound when said person comes online and their name sits there luring you to doubleclick it and type "hey, what's up?" only to be followed by some bland conversation that is only a little less awkward than a phone call or face-to-face encounter.

oh, he signed off.

and i just ruined this post.

off to watch more malanDTV.