Sunday, Apr. 14, 2002 – 1:43 am
I am so tired right now, and I just really wanted to lay in my bed and enjoy some good old Cheers, but my somber mood just couldn’t take the intolerable Kirstie Alley tonight. I think I will supress my drive to watch Cheers, and save it for tomorrow night when the Norm-Athon is on. At least there will be some Shelly Long episodes on.
Anywho — I can finally see the end of the semester as a reality, however my procrastination hasn’t helped matters. I’ve been fervently working on my Investments term paper for the last two days. I have about 12 pages of it written now. Tomorrow is going to be another day, slaving away at the financial ratios, whoo-ha (you can’t hear me, but that is a very enthused whoo-ha). Yeah I’m a cow-girl.
So, Friday my friend Jamie came to visit, and we had some under 21 fun. While Brian and everyone else in the world was out celebrating something or other at Wolfendale’s or wherever, Jamie and I were sitting in my apartment making buttons. It was fun times though. I haven’t seen Jamie in a really long time. Brian came over to hang out for a while after his fun night uptown. We downloaded Ugly Kid Joe and listened to some Jimmy Eat World to pre-game for the Jimmy Eat World concert at PSU on Saturday. Of course I didn’t go, because I opted to stay home and calculate ratios all night.
So Brian left, and Jamie and I proceeded to act stupid until about 3am. Then a robber tried to break into my apartment. I was sitting approximately 3 centimeters from my front door, and someone opened my screen door and tried to open my big door. Jamie ran to the kitchen and grabbed my wooden meat mallet, and insisted that I open the door, but I was too scared. Then the person left, got in their car, and drove away. I wouldn’t have thought it was a robber, however, after the suspect attempted to open my door, finding it locked, the suspect did not knock. It would be different if the person was like drunk, went to the wrong house, and just walked in. That has actually happened before. But normally when you go to your friends, and the door isn’t open, you knock! Therefore, I have concluded that someone attempted to rob my apartment. My lights were on, but the robber wouldn’t have been able to tell, because my door is covered with a dark cloth, and you can’t tell if there is a light on inside my apartment. The reason for the cloth is to cover the taped up broken window in my front door … to deter any potential robbers. Although, I think a person would be pretty dumb to try to rob an apartment that is at a very busy intersection. But, then again, at 3am there wouldn’t be many sober witnesses to defend me if I had been robbed.
So, after the robber incident, Jamie and I decided it was time for bed, but I guess Jamie was a little freaked out by my apartment. I don’t blame her. It makes really loud noises sometimes. The house is pretty old, and i live above the basement of the house. The basement has insane pipes that rattle and explode all the time. Sometimes it makes my entire floor shake. I have pretty much tuned out the sound, unless its a loud one that causes my apartment to jolt. Well, I am a pretty heavy sleeper, but in the middle of the night there was a jolt and it woke Jamie up. She looked around and saw my coats hanging on the coat rack, thinking the robber was in my room and mistaking the coat for a person! I must admit, it is kind of scary here …. even when you aren’t alone.
Saturday, I woke up around 9:30, after sleeping for like .2 seconds. I wasn’t tired though, and I knew I had a big day so I had to wake my ass up. My parents came up around 11:30, and we went out to lunch. I was happy to eat a real meal, and I indulged in a turkey club sandwich. Then we went to the mall, where my mom proceeded to ponder over every single book in Waldenbooks. She still had the gift card I had bought her for Christmas, but she couldn’t find a suitable book. She was too upset by the fact that the book she wanted hadn’t come out in print yet. Then we went to K-Mart to inspect all the pens there. She is determined to find some kind of Nickelodean Ooze Pens. She is obsessed with gel pens …. she’s insane.
For the remainder of the day, I calculated more financial ratios and made myself insane. I feel so tired and unable to think right now. I just want to go to bed and pray that tomorrow doesn’t come for a reallly long time. Maybe I will set my alarm clock to go off periodically throughout the night so I don’t sleep the whole night, wake up in the morning, and become utterly depressed that I have to get up. I don’t usually wish tomorrow wouldn’t come, but when you know that you have a lot to do, you just want sleep to last forever. I used to feel that way in high school a lot. I NEVER wanted the morning to come. Sometimes I would even cry when I got up because I just wanted to go back to bed. I have always had trouble getting moving in the morning, but I have gotten much better about it. I have to be up every day of the week by 7:00 or 8:00, of course not by choice, but at least I don’t cry anymore. And at least I don’t sleep until 6PM like some people.
Well thats all folks. I am very tired, and I think I am going to cuddle up in my leopard chair and watch 40 Days & 40 Nights on my computer.
Good Night 🙂
