saturday, january 1, 2000

...ow. no, not what you think. it's not my head that hurts - it's my neck. i suppose that's what i get for head-banging the new year in. i suppose head-banging will be considered quite archaic now as we're all in... the future. ah well. i don't think i'll ever grow out of it, so here's an extra head-bang just to that. *jennie tries to thrust head forwards and meets fierce intense pain* ow. owwwww. ow. bah. --- 7.30 pm last night tinkering around harris teeter i was quite sick of the whole idea of new years eve as it was. as fun as watching the millenium roll in in each new time zone seemed at 5 am, it turned out to be quite hard to keep that thrilling feeling fourteen and a half hours later. limited funds and no food at home makes for a pretty foul mood for shopping as well. you find yourself wanting to buy everything and having to rationalize away most of it as you enter every aisle. you end up taking and putting back the same yogurts 4 times during the stay because your brain keep going "blueberry yogurt!! can't afford. but i want it!! but i can't afford it. but i want it!! can't afford it. but dammmit, i waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaant it! _PUT_IT_BACK, BITCH!!" it's tough when half your brain turns into a 6-year old and the other is forced to be the worn out mother. bah. i put them back. and then in the cashier line, with my teacher: DP: how much you think your stuff is? $30? me: well, that's what i'm hoping. however, the cashier register machines hate me so i'll probably end up around $60... DP: nah, looks about $30. well, i'll take it. me: what do you mean? DP [sly grin]: i'll pay for your stuff. me: DON'T SAY THAT unless you mean it. argh. you're kidding, right?? DP: no, i will. it's for all the work your doing anyways. me: are you kidding? you mean it? you'll pay for my food??? all of it??? DP: yes. don't worry, i'll bill the paper somehow anyways.. me [imploding]: damn, i should have gotten the yogurts! some people are just disgustingly nice. *beam* thank ghod i let myself buy those cookies and the good bread and the 24 slices of cheese instead of the 16 pack i usually get. bwa ha ha. :) --- at home i called home to wish the folks a happy new year, and proceeded to watch london explode in colours and smoke while big ben chimed. caught a bit of the president and his family greeting what looked like 50,000 millenium dinner guests. it was quite, quite hilarious to hear the announcer there go "mr will smith and mrs jada pinkett smithh. mr robert deniro. mr bono." ah, cheap thrills. gene called while me and jessica were getting ready to go out and caught me in a very bubbly and bouncy state. yey. :) when i spoke to angela afterwards i was reaching some sort of happiness frenzy and kept saying "bounce! bounce! i'm so giddy i just want to bounce!" thank you, excedrin, coca cola and jack daniels for the help. (not all at once! :P) after waiting in the cold for half an hour, the cab finaly showed up, and we made it to a nice little bar 10 minutes before midnight. jessica popped money in the jukebox and we then proceeded to wait for 2 hours for the bloody selection to never show up due to extreme back-log (we wanted R.E.M. "it's the end of the world..," Devo "Whip It" and Frankie Goes to Hollywood's "Relax") we got the r.e.m. song before we left thanks to a nice bartender, and all. so. --- made it. yey. :)

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