ultimate update

Sorry people. As you know, I’ve been moving across the country, so the diaryland diary had to be on the backburner for a bit.

Now that I am back to having no life, I will update like a mofo. Hooray for mofos!

I guess, to make up for the lack of updates, I’ll attempt to make this the ultimate update: collector’s edition. This means, the next five updates will be as follows:

Disneyland (my last weekend in San Diego)
The Roadtrip
The Queer Eye Party
Moving into Boston
Christmas with Kerbang’s family

I also got some pictures developed, so you’ll get some j.peg loving.

Otherwise, in a nutshell, here’s what’s going on:

There is no snow.

Well, I lie. There is snow, but they are all pushed to the banks and most of the snow has melted. Christmas wise, I was given tons of scarves (hells yeah baby) toe socks and winter clothing type of stuff. I haven’t been able to use most of it because the temperature in the afternoon is equivalent to the midnight temperature of San Diego.

My roommates have a lot of sex.

I wish I had been forewarned that my roommates (there is five of us in total) were nymphomaniacs. It is amazing how much sex they have and yet, how much time they have for the internet and for video games. I don’t know how they do it. Let’s just say this, I am the only one home right now…because everyone is out having sex. Otherwise, good times.

We had a mini-gift-exchange (although we didn’t consult each other, we just sorta of did it on our own volitions).

Gump gave me awesome “hobo-gloves” as we call it in San Diego, were it is gloves but you can put a top on it to make it look like a mitten. Hells yeah.

Kerbang gave me a collection of Spike Jonze music videos on dvd. This includes music videos from Bjork, Beastie Boys and Weezer. Hells yeah.

Risanator gave me “Down With Love” dvd. It wasn’t a big surprise because, essentially, she took me to a place called Best Buy and had me had my picking. It was a tough choice between Down With Love (which has very clever writing and very clever art production) or Drumline (to satiate my inner band geek). I’ll get Drumline when I have a job.

Shopping extravaganza

I have never shopped so much in my LIFE. I essentially went shopping all week this week with Risanator and Kerbang. Shopping is always entertaining and it was refreshing to see that the malls weren’t mobbed and the parking wasn’t the equivalent to a hellhole (i.e. San Diego’s Christmas shopping season). It was, like, a regular shopping time, dude. But, it was rather entertaining to see Kerbang and Datchery (p.s. they’re brothers) buy the same exact video game for each other.

After so much shopping (we’re talking shopping excursions that would last from noon till 9pm) I felt like a rich person. I think I even said to Kerbang “Is this what rich people do all day?” and he smirked and said “Yes, I think that’s what they do.” Too bad I have no money to be rich. But, man, shopping all the time must suck major ass.

Now that Christmas is over, I have nothing to do. Hooray!

I still have no life.

This is primarily due to my fear of driving in slick streets (when it rains here) and being lost. Oh yeah, and I’m a brokeass. I have given myself the deadline of getting my ass in a demeaning trivial job by January 6, 2004. If I have no job by then, I will whore my ass and/or take three jobs in retail ( I fucking hate retail). I feel, though, if I were to have a job to go to (to hate) and look forward to going home, then my home will feel like home.

You know what I’m saying? (gee).

Alcohol consumption has gone up 80%.

I don’t think I have drunken (drinked?) so much alcohol in my life. In college (usually your alcohol drinking days), I never had time and when I did have time, I was usually smoking pot and shooting up heroin anyway (Yeah, I’m a bad girl). So, all this alcohol is crazy and the results are bizarre.

Case in point: The night before (Christmas eve), I got pretty inebriated over 4 or 5 glasses of wine (I lost count after 2). I was super tired at one point, and when I’m drunk and tired, I HATE EVERYONE. So, in the car on our way back to the Ker-atchery’s parents’ abode, I declared to everyone I hated them and their Massachusetts ways. I really didn’t mean it, it was I had been internalizing a lot of doubts and it came out to me screaming that I hated all my roommates.

This was probably the jealously of all them having lots of sex and me being the chaste roommate externalizing. Heh heh heh.

Regardless, all this alcohol on a fairly frequent basis should bring some interesting results…i.e. making out with a 37 year old record producer guy at a Queer Eye for a Straight Guy party.

But, of course this is another entry.

Merry Christmas (belated yo) from the Peanut Gallery

Collector’s series continues with…Sharon’s Disneyland Trip