misc.

January 07 2002 9.46 PM

Everyone else is at coffee. i declined the invitation, for i just went with Durf. how interesting. i'm not even going to talk about it. it is pleasant to be alone right now, as i havent had even a minute of alone time here, except in the bathroom. :) but even then, i have Captain Cone to keep me company. Having 6 weeks nearly to myself (or, at least having /some/ time to myself) was odd, now that i'm back here and everything is go go go.

i finally watched Fight Club today. Meagan and i made instant potatoes and instant coffee and ate candy. it was a fun little movie moment. i have come to the conclusion that that movie is fucking awesome.

it is 38 degrees outside in Savannah. everyone is bundled up in multiple layers, gloves, hats, extra socks. Adam complains and doesnt even want to go outside to smoke. i was wearing my orange-brown leather jacket, and he was wearing a dark green sweatshirt. he said we clashed so badly that people would point on the street, and he had to go back inside to change (he didnt). i almost died laughing.

i swear, everyone and their mother is moving to LiveJournal.

	January 07 2002 9.46 PM Everyone else is at coffee. i declined the invitation, for i just went with Durf. how interesting. i'm not even going to talk about it. it is pleasant to be alone right now, as i havent had even a minute of alone time here, except in the bathroom. :) but even then, i have Captain Cone to keep me company. Having 6 weeks nearly to myself (or, at least having /some/ time to myself) was odd, now that i'm back here and everything is go go go. i finally watched Fight Club today. Meagan and i made instant potatoes and instant coffee and ate candy. it was a fun little movie moment. i have come to the conclusion that that movie is fucking awesome. it is 38 degrees outside in Savannah. everyone is bundled up in multiple layers, gloves, hats, extra socks. Adam complains and doesnt even want to go outside to smoke. i was wearing my orange-brown leather jacket, and he was wearing a dark green sweatshirt. he said we clashed so badly that people would point on the street, and he had to go back inside to change (he didnt). i almost died laughing. i swear, everyone and their mother is moving to LiveJournal.		td>
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