A really boring entry about the search for gray slacks. Don't Say I Didn't Warn You!12:59 a.m. - 2002-06-11
A Really Boring Entry that you Probably Shouldn't Even Waste Your Time Reading. Read an Older One of Mine. Anything is More Interesting than This Diary Entry.
Boring Yapping about my Screwed Up Schedule that can be Easily Skipped Over
I wasn't even going to put in an entry today. It all started yesterday (whoa, that takes a real leap- today's actions being a result of yesterday's actions and consequences). I was going to stay up all night, and most of the day, and then go to bed really early and get up on a normal schedule. The only problem is that I started getting really tired. I lied to myself as usual, saying I would just get up early even though I was tired, slept in ridiculously late, and got up. Since I'm sleeping so damn much now, I figured I would just go to bed early, around midnight, and get up at a reasonable hour tomorrow. It went as planned, except I still haven't fallen asleep.
Some More Rambling, You Could Skip it, but I think you'll Have Skipped the Whole Entry Then, So Why Even Read It?
So I've been laying in bed for an hour, just thinking about this and that as I lose the ever-loving struggle into oblivion. My stinkin' selfish cat is laying pressed against my left leg, right on top of the heating pad. He's a selfish piece of crap, cause my feet are cold, dammit! And he should obviously be laying right next to me, under the quilt, so I can pet him and my frickin' feet wouldn't be suffering frostbite. And then I started thinking about stuff I could put in here. All these cool ideas start popping into my head right before I fall asleep. The only problem is, I wasn't falling asleep. So I have no cool ideas. Instead, I'll yak about a dream I had last night.
So, I'm in a store, and I'm buying a really nice pair of gray hiphugger slacks, cause they were really cheap, like a couple of bucks, and they looked great on. And then I think, hey, these will be great, cause I can wear them to job interviews and stuff, since they are nice gray slacks. But, I'm not me. I'm like one of those goth chicks that models her own clothes that she is selling on e-bay? And you can tell that they think that they are really hot, but they aren't-- which is apparently obvious to everyone but them. The rest of the dream, I've pretty much forgotten, I think I have sex at some point, because (in real life too) I am a sad girl who likes sex.
And then, I wake up, and all day, I'm thinking about how I WOULD like some gray slacks like those, cause I really could wear them on job interviews! And I hate my other job interview clothes-- I don't want to wear some stupid khakis, cause everyone wears them. I don't want to wear that horrible black skirt that looks lousy on, and its wrap around so its constantly falling open. And then there is that too dressy skirt, burgundy with the black embroidery, which would be too evening-wearish for a job interview.
No, seriously, I am laying in bed thinking about this. It just consumes my thoughts.
So, I go to look on ebay, and some other website, and I can't find anything that is what was in my dream. Which sucks, because in my dream I think I got the job (I don't know if it was before or after the sex, okay?). So now I'm just stuck thinking about these silly gray slacks. And I've typed almost a whole entry about them... how pathetic am I?
In the meantime, enjoy your life that must be ever so much more interesting than mine, because I think this was the most boring entry ever typed or written. In any diary. ANYWHERE.
This Entry by Me, the person who should be sleeping, and perhaps has managed to send you to the Sandman if you've actually read this whole entry.
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