life is much sadder than it was last time i posted. i am no longer on a speeedy computer, renata didn't come, and i have to go back to work tonight. and my entire family just went out to eat without me. i don't know WHY i didn't go along... i was cleaning my room, doing laundry, ironing stuff... and, i decided to put on a t shirt, so i could wash the work shirt i was wearing. so i change... and my mom walks into my room, and i'm like "hey, i'm changing, hang on." and she's like "oh, did your dad ask you if you wanted to come?" and i'm like "what?" because... i didn't even know dad was home. and she's like "oh, we're going out to eat." so i'm like "aaah, sure, gimme a sec" so she leaves, if finish changing, and as i walk downstairs i see them pulling out and driving away. and i'm like "fine. fuck you." and now i'm in a terrible mood. my own family hates me! *sob* (well, i'm not too terribly fond of them either. eh.) so, i went upstairs and threw my purse at the wall as hard as i could (i tend to be frighteningly violent when pissed off...) and it broke my compact. but at least it was just my cheap compact i carry around with me. still, seven years bad luck... eh, i've broken lots of mirrors... what's one more little one? so after that, i violently sorted laundry for awhile... and then got online when i wore myself out being violent and throwing stuff. ah. and, on top of everything, i have to go BACK to work tonight. i already worked today, but they're stupid and have ended up with like... two closers. on a saturday, with a homegame. times like these make me question the intelligence of management.

oh, this comment made me laugh ... "how hard are your classes relative to thousands of struggling students?" i read it twice... and i'm like... i imagine that my classes are a little more difficult than struggling students. but i've never taken a struggling student... maybe they're really difficult. i'm a theatre major. it's not rocket science (literally) i think whoever posted that is like... swamped my incredibly difficult classes. and feeling some bitterness towards those of use with no use for math and science. i even said i wasn't complaining. or, maybe they're an english major, and having terrible troubles, because they're incoherent.
i don't want to go to chelsea. ooooh noooo it does not move me. even though i've seen the mooovie *sings* i love elvis costello. who else loves elvis costello? let's see a show of hands...
elvis costello hit on my mom once. i can't imagine why. but.. i guess he's pretty weird. and, my dad partied with john mellencamp, and lynard skynard... and... some other people *vague gestures* ... and paul simon broke our chair.


megan: i have your tickets in a nice little envelope with a pretty card, buut i don't have a stamp
dusty: aaawww
dusty: just draw one on
dusty: or, OR
dusty: tape $0.34 to the envelope


i heart dusty. i had soooo much more typed. but aol swallowed it. and i was irate. grrrrrrrr.