2004-11-22 - 2:34 a.m.
shards... everywhere...

so i don't remember much of saturday, really. i think i watched gia and then... hm. library, i think. also... uh... i tried to find a meeting at somewhere other than thursday's, but the directions i was given were faulty so i ended up wasting a quarter tank of gas driving up and down motherfucking ellis. i finally just went to thursday's. robert was there. we decided to hang out after the meeting and ended up in costa mesa buying a twenty sack containing about four large shards and several smaller crystals. and there were lines racked and whatnot. we went to... somewhere. they sold records there. (god i'm tired.) so i spent last night reading this and just generally amusing the hell out of myself for hours on end. this morning robert and i went to the 7:15 meeting but it sucked so we didn't stay. so it was getting spun and running around the WOW store and two, count 'em, two bookstores, plus the library and the freezing motherfucking cold beach and the park and taco bell. but mostly we sat in the car and smoked cigarettes and talked, which was good. all i injested today was mountain dew. that's good because since i bought herb last thursday i'd been eating nonstop--five, six full meals a day--and now? ha. take that, munchies. anyway, when robert and i were at the library, i saw this guy i met once named joseph, and he was wearing the exact same outfit he was wearing when i met him, and he was so weird. weirder than i thought he was when i met him, which is saying something indeed. like, he was following us around. and when i introduced robert to him, he said "word." (p.s. that is not okay.) and he gave up his computer in the computer lab so i could use it, which was nice, but then he came back about ten minutes later while robert and i were engaged in a lively dissertation regarding something i can't remember, sat down at the computer next to us, and began looking at porn. at the library! and occasionally he would nudge robert and command him to look. so either he's a fucking pervert scumbag, or he's god; i'm still not sure which. it was all very uncomfortable. the final straw was pulled (is that a real phrase, by the way?) when he got up, stood behind me and robert, and monitored our computery ways. (sweet mother of crap, i am so fucking tired.) (god hates me and won't allow me to sleep.) when i noticed his... presence inside my bubble of personal space, i turned around to glare at him, and he went, "why are you always looking at me?" and that's when robert decided to befriend the poor fellow and introduce him to ex-girlfriend jessica, who had been fucking robert's sponsor for the past few months (precipitating their breakup). and they actually exchanged numbers. and joseph was, like, calling robert and it was all very strange to me, but i like to think i took it in stride, because, to be honest, i can't remember anything robert and i talked about today. only that i was alternately very funny and a cruel bitch. wouldn't it be nice to be both at the same time? but nooooo. so perhaps i didn't take it in stride per se, but i'd like to believe i did, and since i can't really remember, i've decided that i did indeed behave very cooly and calmly the whole day. well it's about time i wrapped this puppy up. i'm pretty sure it makes no sense, but i honestly couldn't give less of a shit right now. i have two papers to write for tuesday and i've been combing floors for the past four hours. tomorrow is going to be such a loooooong day. i'm going to attempt to get some sleep now. (i did my last line--and it was a small line!--around three:thirty this afternoon. considering it's now eleven hours later, could the shit wear off now? please? thanks.) bye

- rachel

ooh, you touch my tra-la-la... mmm, my ding-ding-dong