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Everyone forgive me, I’m having an emo night. Love how the journal always seems like a great idea when I’m getting all nostalgic or pouty. Because that’s what you want to read. Me anticipating my period all over the keyboard. Send your Pulitzer nominations this way.
I’ve got a week until I fly to California, and in the meantime I plan on being in denial. I’m doing a good job at it so far, spending this past weekend in Indiana, where Jessica writhes in agony during her day job at a bank. Jesus, who’d have thought clerical work in Indiana would’ve been less than delicious? I’m personally flummoxed.
As I write this, I’m in a little lake town ankle-deep in Indiana fireworks. Luckily we’re still close to Chicago, so I can still listen to all the KISS FM “Umbrella” remixes I want. This is more important to me than you likely realize. Unfortunately I feel pretty disgusting – my diet has consisted of Raisinets, peanut butter M&Ms, Burger King, Wheat Thins, and Dairy Queen. Ugggh. I want abs so desperately, and here I’m proving my own worst enemy. I start my all-soy, no-carbs, goodness-free diet tomorrow, I swear.
Last week, in one visit, I dropped more money at Best Buy than I’ve probably ever spent at the place. I bought a laptop and a digital camera, lickety split.... Who am I, Tara Reid? Why isn’t the E! network logging my adventures? Afterwards, I was totally uncomfortable… there went about 20% of all the money I own. Not that I didn’t need either the laptop or the digi cam (quoth Sarah Geoghegan’s always-savvy slang)… but man, the money just disappeared. It didn’t help that I bought the hugest fucking warrantees of all time. I can drop my laptop in a tar pit and Best Buy will smile and spin the thing back into a diamond. All for only 300 bucks. I’ll start crying some really un-emo tears if I keep thinking about it.
Thinking about California, finally. Can I just say (or reiterate) that the worst fucking thing about college is having to constantly say goodbye to people? Jesus, in a week I have to do it again. The time I’ve spent in Lemont, largely, has been productive – besides the times when it’s totally unproductive, depressing, and I wander around Target with zombie eyes and forget my own name. But I’ve boogied hard with Elyse, Katie Erk, Corey, Kimmie, and most of all my family, quite successfully. I swear Game Show Network has transformed the dynamic of my household. Anyway, of course I’m fighting major butterflies about Cali – and while I wait for the big change, I start asking all the terrifying questions. Is this the beginning of a new life for me? Will I make any friends? Will I want to come home? Uggggggh. I have no answers. Just a plane ticket. Whatever, I’m pretty sure that’s fine.
I must introduce you to our new friend: http://blogs.dailyiowan.com/arts. I write a weekly blog for DI, and so do a few other staff writers. I’m pretty sure mine’s the most gangsta, though, and I know how much you’re concerned with street cred. In my first entry, I took screenshots of my Super Nintendo version of American Gladiators and posted them. This is straight-up thug.
Hmmm. Here’s other stuff I’m obsessed with and have no tact in bringing up subtlely:
-Rihanna’s “Don’t Stop the Music” – you know I’m sensitive about Michael Jackson samples… and here goes Rihanna (in her new Cruella de Black-ass hairdo) throwing down a “Wanna Be Startin’ Something” line like fire. Hot, hot, hot. So downloaded it illegally. So okay about it. “Pon De Replay” can totally suck it, because Rihanna is finally becoming viable.
-New season of Kathy Griffin’s “My Life on the D-List” – mmmm. Guys. It may be better than ever. I’m tiring of her celebrity gossip shtick since she is SO well-known now and every gay man on the planet is obsessed with her. But God, the first episode of the season was killer. I’m pretty convinced the show has become funnier than her stand-up (a remarkable feat), and not only does the next episode premiere Tuesday… but Season One of her show will be released on DVD! Hell, I don’t want friends in Cali. This DVD will suffice.
-My two skimpy-ass swimsuits. Okay, so I got a little trigger happy about California beaches. I bought these two boxer-briefy suits… and since I forgot pajama shorts for Indiana, I’m wearing one of the pairs to bed. Get ready for some links… and some icy gay heat.
Okay, I need to go to bed… the rest of this suburban household has been giddily sleeping for the past four hours, so maybe I should start catching up. Love you guys, thanks for reading. Cali-is-a-comin’, so let’s blast the LL Cool J and whip on the shades.
Xoxo,
Louis
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