i'm should to be doing a number of things right now...writing a paper, taking a shower, sleeping. i purposely called into work today and stayed home from sunday night karaoke so that i could write and go to bed early to be up for school all fresh-faced and chipper. I wrote one paragraph, which i hate, and finished my works-cited page which, as i expected, took forever. and now look at me, meandering about in the vast cyber world trying to find anything to do other than what i should be. i think i work harder than anyone i know at avoiding responsibility. it's an art, i tell you what.

i went to gonerfest last night after drinking too many margaritas. never fill yourself with sugary-lime flavor before going to a rock show. the hitone was a mess, thick with sweat and smoke and so many sad faces, but somehow everyone seemed to be having a great time despite. people throwing eachother around...i never quite understood how or why that happens. i've never had the urge to be thrown up and held there by anonymous hands. that shit is gross. you should've seen our feet when we got home. it looked like they'd been beaten with hammers dipped in motor oil. fifteen dollars to feel like you'd been hit by a train covered in pompoms and powered by synthesizers.

i've got a new spider-friend who lives outside my back door. i invited him to stay, and stay he has, so now he deserves a name (i'm looking for suggestions). maybe it's a she, i don't really know how to tell. the first night i saw her she was building a web and i just sat and watched until i felt too silly, but i kept checking on her anyway until she was done. i kept the light on, hoping i'd see her catch a moth. i really hate moths. each day there's been a new web up and i wonder what's happened to the old ones. i like to think she folds them up and puts them away in a cedar chest to give to her grandchildren when they're born.