2003-09-19 - 10:01 p.m.

Just here at the folks' house, picking up the books I had shipped here (just in time for the 4th week of class!), chatting it up, eating shrimp and catching up on the diarylanders. After doing something every night for two weeks, it is nice to have some unscheduled time. OK, some my defination of "something" includes hanging out and drinking Wild Turkey w/ Sketchy, maybe it is a little broad. Although, now that I think of it, I wouldn't mind doing a little broad.

Along the same lines, I am invited to a party thrown by the Amazing Luggage Girl tonight, the same Girl who gave me all the right signals and ran off with another woman. It is going on "somewhere" in Worcester State. Needless to say, I am not sure if I am going.

I'm not saying I got burned by the Amazing Luggage Girl, but hanging out with her, and with the mutual friends we now share (who are decidedly more her friends than mine) it still feels like a soap opera.

If I was in a soap opera, I would want to be Stefano, all dark, ultra-intelligent, machiavellian and brooding. Hell, I am Stefano. Anyone up for chess?

Speaking of the (girls? ladies? women? fair sex? ball-n-chain? How the hell do I address the female population these days?), there's this girl with dark eyes who I just fucking swoon over. Once October rolls around, and I can free up some dough, I'll have to ask her out.

Which is fucking strange, I know I gush about this a lot, but it feels completely weird to be able to take a razor to my chest, take out my heart and let my lifeblood spill across the stage (poetically speaking, of course), but be somewhat incapable of asking her out.

Work remains work. If I told you about the crisis that is currently grinding the Fast Lane office to shreds, you would bore yourself to tears. So I wouldn't. Besides, I am away from work, it is the weekend, and I feel like I barely made it through the week.

School is going pretty well. I got a "A/A-" on my 1st paper for the remedial English class I am taking. A 2nd person portrait of Timothy Leary on his deathbed. Go me. Laura, (who you will be introduced to later in this post) wrote an A paper on her sister. Go her. Now that I have my books, I will be able to keep up with the rest of the class. I saved probably 300 dollars by purchasing my books through Amazon and now that I have my books, I can return the ones I took out of the library.

And suddenly, I feel very tired.

Right now, as I speak, err, well, type, I am going over Laura's LiveJournal. Yes, Live Journal, the DARK SIDE of online self-aggrandizement. I can just see James Earl Jones breathing heavily down the collective neck of the live journals. "The Blog-Star must be finished on schedule, Emperor Gates himself is coming to inspect your progress."

Although there were not too many women in the Empire, none that I can think of in the movies, so I wonder where Corrina (who is certainly of the Dark, or at least Shadowy Side) fits in. I can see it now "Leia, I destroyed your marriage, join me, together we can overthrow the Guidance Consular and rule the world as Mother and Seductress.

Which is, of course, why Verizon "makes progress every day." (Thanks, Shane, who will never read this).

(For those of you just joining us, I don't typically geek out this much. Hell, don't call me a geek till you look at Corrina, she has more sex appeal in her left pinky than I do in my whole body and she knows Klingon!)

(ok so that parenthetical didn't really make sense)

(Writing the later half a diary entry in parentheticals is kinda weird)

(Maybe I should stop now)

More on Sunday. Maybe. If I get around to it.

-Jesse

(Never mind the moose)