2005-02-19 - 1:19 p.m.
Does somebody want to tell me why my apartment smells like flavored cigars? I didn't notice it until I stepped out of my bedroom, and it's like overwhelming. At first I thought something fell into one of the heaters and it was burning, but I don't think so. The smell is starting to creep into my bedroom now, God, it's really overpowering. I wish my roomates were awake so I could confirm my sanity and know I'm not just smelling weird smells. I think it might be the people next door/above us. There's this vent in one of our bathrooms connecting to some apartment and you can hear all their conversations/smell all their smells crystal clear. It's smelled like cigarettes before. God the fucking stink! It's not helping my headache. Yeah, I definetely think it's coming from the bathroom, because it smells around there the most. If I didn't know for a fact that everyone was sleeping, I would knock on their doors and ask them why they're smoking cigars at 1:30 in the afternoon in a non-smoking building. That's how strong it is. I fully expect the fire alarm to go off at any minute.
MY LIFE IS SO X-CITING!!! Okay, so like the BEST part about being blonde, is definetely waking up the morning after a night of drinking and looking in the mirror. With dark hair, my smeared makeup and unfocused eyes and clothes I forgot I had changed into just looked messy goth, but with blonde hair, I truly look like a crackwhore. It's really funny. Especially since I usually wear my hair up and all hairsprayed into place, then let it out when I sleep, so it's all spiky and chunky and weird. At least it's amusing, unlike this entry. You see, this is why I stick to diaryland and don't join the LJ craze and have people read my stuff and befriend me. Because I know I'm lame and boring, and I embrace it.
I already know what the highlight of my day is going to be. Well, the real highlight will be if/when this headache goes away. But what I meant was going to Subway. Isn't that soooo exciting. This stupid Subway in a gas station convience store where the weird employees from Country X mock us in their strange native tongue. I realized I've starting doing that which I have always hated, which is confusing "doing fun stuff today" with "going food shopping and running errands". Saturdays are spent grocery shopping, then Subway, then Subway getting cold as we put our groceries away. It's...well, it's not so bad, but let's just say I wish I had more fun in my life. I'm becoming a very dull person.
The smell isn't going away.
Oh, P.S. Who wants to go see Cursed with me? It has all sorts of movie stars in it, like Christina Ricci and Joshua Jackson and Mr. Michael Rosenbaum. I heard it's really interesting and captivating and original and...Okay, bottom line, I'm almost positive this movie is going to really suck some serious ass, but I still want to see it, and I will totally pay for someone's ticket if they accompany me. I'll even buy you candy. And if it's really awful, we can leave after Michael Rosenbaum's character dies, if he dies. Please?
