Buffy, the vampire--slay her!

Tired.

If I were a nematode, like those in the episode of Spongebob Squarepants in which all the little worms (nematodes) go around eating things...they bounce up and down and say "Hungry. [It seems to start with one nematode, and they all echo it] Hungry, hungry, hungry, hungry..." and then go eat something, like a boat that's being driven (yes, "driven," don't ask me) down the street (yes, street). After they eat through a few things and a few bit characters say "Stupid nematodes!" they bounce up and down and say "Thirsty. Thirsty, thirsty, thirsty..." Then they suck up Spongebob's house (a pineapple, of course--who lives in a pineapple under the sea?) and this provides the conflict for this episode...but that isn't the point here. The point is that if I were a nematode right now, I would be saying "Tired. Tired, tired, tired, tired..."

I got a computer this weekend. That's cool. Matthew may just tell me that he had extra computer stuff lying around that he happened to assemble into a working thing for me...but I still think it's sehr cool. Of course, getting to spend time with him and do nothing (that's mostly what we did--it's what we're best at) was also very nice. There are no details, but if there were I'd spare you them, don't worry.

(Jenn, I mean it, nothing happened: we're only up to a bit of two.)

Basically I had a really nice weekend in which nothing happened...including not much homework. Lots of fun, though: pizza, Zoolander, E.T., computers, Dairy Queen birthday cake, bowling, room/house cleaning, punk music, silllness, deep philosophical discussions, Jenn and Michele's versions of a Calibretto 13 song, terrorizing cats, being called "Holly Xavier" too many times, too much talk about sex, hearing Matthew say "I will always love you" and Allison say "I look good in hot pants" thanks to a game called Moods, the history of a politician named Rufus King, the best conversation I've had with my ex-boyfriend since he became my ex, Cheez-Its, chocolate peanut butter consumption, hammer/pea shooter/shoebox lid fights, Tetris, a chocolate sculpture of the northern hemisphere...that wasn't mine, but I got to witness it being sculpted...oh, and Matthew, who dislikes the show as much as I do, came up with the phrase "It's Buffy the vampire--slay her!" So to Jenn and "her" Matt, my profound apologies for dissing the Buffster. But I think it's funny; I'm sorry. That's just the way it goes.

But now I'm really, really ridiculously tired, and I think I'm going to bed.

I've corrupted a vegetarian!

I don't really believe that I have corrupted a vegetarian...she says she only eats meat when she's around me, that I inspire carnivorousness in her. I like meat, especially if it's not red, but I don't get how I make her want to eat meat when nothing and no one else seems to.

Before the chicken fajitas there was car cleaning. Jenn cleans her car about as often as Matthew gets his hair cut: in his words, "Four times a year. Maybe three."

I think both things should happen more often.

Three or four months is enough time for a whole new civilization to spring up in the corners and crannies of her neglected car. Anywhere that isn't the driver's seat is a biohazard, and almost no one but her ever gets in the driver's seat. Dealing with the toxic waste is preferable to trying to drive this car...even though there's usually so much garbage at the floor of the passenger seat that there's barely room for my feet, at least, there's no room without my shoes touching some kind of horrible thing...

Which reminds me, the civilization/disease in Jenn's car, and/or the virus her monkey is going to have and with which it will infect and kill half the world...it's called Jennimitis. Like meningitis...isn't that the kissing disease? Or maybe it's mono I'm thinking of. Either way, the lethargy that comes with mono and the snogging that spreads meningitis both seem appropriate for Jenn.


"You know, the funny thing about this livejournal thing is that it'll just keep going," Jenn said. "We'll be, like, forty and typing in www-dot..." (she acts this out, very slowly and feebly).

"Yeah!" I said. "The Internet will be so old."

"We'll say 'Back when we had to type in every single letter...instead of words at a time.'"

"Or just talk to the computer," I said.

"Right. 'We couldn't just think stuff at the computer!'" Jenn said. "'We used to have to learn things. One thing at a time! We didn't just get plugged in. You try learning stuff some time!'"

Yeah. You try learning stuff some time...

We're convinced that this livejournal thing has already made us entirely too witty and clever for our own good.