i've been particularly antisocial this week after many days of being active last week. the only time i have left the house this week is when i went to a white sox game wednesday night. we lost.

i've been getting ready for my trip. i leave wednesday night. i expect many guestbook signings on tuesday evening wishing me well. if not, well, there's not much i can do about it. i've been ironing clothes and packing some and setting some stuff down to be washed. very interesting, i know. there's been lots of sleeping on my part this past week as well. i always nap for a couple hours, 4pm-6pm, without fail. i didn't even feel tired today at 4 and the next thing i knew, it was 6:15 and the simpsons were on. wow...signs of an eventful week: me describing in great detail my sleep patterns. enough of that.

i've been listening to a lot of icarus line, as well, throwing myself around my room, screaming their nearly unintelligible lyrics. i guess i'm bitter about the fact that i won't be able to see them sunday. i am so afraid they're going to break up or get dropped from their label or a member is going to die before i get a chance to see them. they're very destructive, the icky line are. but i need to see them live. i need to.

i'm going shopping for my trip tomorrow and then seeing farenheit 9/11 with paul on sunday. should be an interesting weekend, i suppose. maybe there is still hope for me going to the concert that night. i'd make paul take me. not that he has a car. or a license. but what does that matter?

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