2003-06-29 - 12:49 p.m.

I'm not entirely sure what I have to say about what's been going on lately. I'm still waiting, waiting, waiting. We haven't head back since that last email I sent out. It's been a week, so I guess we're on the indefinite "or so" part. I'm not thinking about that too much. Thinking about it makes me nervous.

I'm working a lot on Spanish. Spanish and Harry Potter. I plowed through number five in three days between work and sick (better now). So now I"m rereading it, slower, taking in all the specifics.

Michael gets disheartened with the Spanish sometimes. I think he doesn't realize how much he's learned, and how incredible that is. I get disheartened with the Spanish sometimes. I realize how much I"ve forgotten and it gives me the willies. I'm working on compound tenses, and they are a huge pain in the arse.

Almost all of my dreams have to do with running nowanights. So I'm going to take up running again.

And having finished the Tarot cards, I suffered a brief and depressing lull during which I began to wonder what it is I do with my time. So I'm tackling new projects as I think them up.

Growing things turned out not to work for us, so now we have two fishtanks within which I'm going to make dioramas. The first on involves demons standing in a gateway to hell that has opened up in a now dead woman's bathroom during her bubblebath. I based the theme of this one on the toys that I found at the Salvation Army yesterday. Needless to say, Barbie gets it in the end.

Speaking on which, Barbie has changed since I was a kid. She's still amazingly tall, but she has a big ol' butt to go along with her height now, and her tits are about a C cup, and her waist isn't as tiny, although it's not quite proportional to her ass. But this one that I got has a soft-plastic midriff so that she can bend a little sideways and forward. And also, the top of her head can spin so that she can have either puple or white hair. She's still pretty vacant looking, though.

Last night at work, this huge van pull up in front of Wing Zone right next to my car. A group of very well dressed Asian men got out and began flyering all of the cars in the lot, including mine, which clearly had a delivery sign on top of it.

We were all watching from the store, and in a fit of un-called-for self-righteous outrage, we started yelling things like, "Who do those guys think they are?!" "They can't flyer our cars!" "Let's flyer THEIR cars!!"

And since I was just leaving on a delivery, and they were parked next to me, I put a Wing Zone menu under their windshield wiper. Oh, revenge is so sweet.

Well, i'm done for now.

love to ya.

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