just finished watching the saint with rohan and jess. wow, where did my pot go? i really shouldn't buy more, considering how fucking in debt i am. i know i could get rid of this shit tonight and still make a profit, but i don't have the energy to. maybe i'll bring it to david's party. shit, that means i need to weigh more of it out...this is getting too complicated.
back to the saint though: i remember liz's obsessing with val kilmer (she has kiss marks all over her poster of him as jim morrison...yay the doors) and her talking about this movie. strangely, i miss that girl. strange because i haven't seen her for a good 5 years and haven't really talked for her for a few months and i cant' remember the last time i saw her because she ran away from school after it was revealed that she was a klepto. it's a very long, strange story, consisting of death threats between two former best friends (both friends of mine) and fbi agents and shit...damn, boarding school was weird.
when i was in illinois over winter break driving to a party in the boonies with my cousin, her friend, and my brother, her friend told me, "i wish to be uninhibited." this was before she made my cousin pull over in the middile of the fucking freeway to pee in 30 degree weather. that would be nice: to be extremely uninhibited. why does english have to be so weird? you'd think the opposite of "inhibition" would be "hibition." but no.
i've been smoking all day but i'm still not stoned. which means i've been smoking too much. like last summer, when i spent 3 months perma-stoned but never actually high-off-my-ass. i quit for a good 2 months and then smoked maybe twice a month. and now i'm back to that perma-stoned mindset. hm.
i love it when my roommate's gone. i mean, i loved it even before she hated me. i can play music 24/7 (i love walking into my room with the hives playing as loudly as when i left), smoke in here, keep the room as messy as possible (well, i do that when she's here, too)...it's just nice to have some alone time.
had i a boyfriend, or even a fuckbuddy of some sort, i might appreciate this privacy a little more. alas ~
jessica and i were talking about which token real world characters we would be. she would be the one who's never there and just shows up randomly to say, "you guys, calm down, this is bullshit." i would be the freaky fuck-up that everyone would be scared of.
and just why can't i end a sentence with a preposition, anyway? damn you, language. damn you to hell!
hey, maybe i am stoned. woot! off to david's for free fosters and freaky cute boys. i am determined to get action tonight, even if i have to jump some random boy on dp. wish me luck.