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friday

the bus the bus... 25 minutes late. i almost strangled the bus driver for optimistically telling me that we'd make it back to chapel hill before my other bus to my apartement was due. i've been riding the same route for 2 years now, and nothing will convince me that a stretch that always takes 30 minutes to drive will suddenly only take 13. bah.

yes. missed my bus home. was stuck on franklin street, trying to figure out how to get back home in time to talk to jessica and figure out when we were going to meet up. found another chick who was in the same predicament as me. i caved in and called gabbi to see if he could pick us up and found that gene was there.

15 minutes later gene and i walked up the stairs to my apartement. puzzled i noted that the red lights were on in my room. turned the handle, opened the door and.. there's jessica and andrew sitting in my couch, watching jeopardy like it was the most natural thing in the world. my brain thought it malfunctioned for a few seconds ("jessica in my couch? jessica watching my tv?")

she gave me some prickly pear jelly, and i quickly snatched her off to show my room and find all those little things i'd collected over the past few years that i'd meant to send her but never remembered to, including a bunch of fat elvis post cards and a swedish pippi longstockings' audio tape that i listened to a lot in my childhood.

she and gene got to say hi to each other and then off me, her and andrew went to eat. miss jessica's treat, too! we peeked into a pet store while waiting for a table, and i gave some serious thoughts on maybe aquiring a small furry thing, like a rat, or hamster, or gerbil, or something.. we'll see. i just know not having a pet is driving me sort of nuts. need.. fur.. to.. pet.. argh.

we had a lovely mexican dinner, were treated to a persistant waitress and i had a slice of pumpkin pie for the first time in my life. i quite liked the taste, but the watery texture was a bit too alien for me after all. still. i had pumpkin pie. :)

and then they took me home, and i hugged jessica bye bye, walked to my apartement and proceeded to annoy the shit out of gabriel by squeaking "i can't believe jessica was just here!" every 5 minutes. gush, gush. tried to read 'the girl who loved tom gordon' by stephen king, but was too tired for unknown reasons. slept on the couch. happy.

saturday

i watched most of the MTV real world marathon. i can't help it. every season i complain about how boring the new cast is, and how i'm not going to watch, and every season i get sucked in. it's ridiculous. i also washed a bunch of my clothes in ze bathtub and felt very rustic. hung'em out to dry on the stair-rail, knickers and all.

sometime in the afternoon gene showed up bearing gifts in the form of donuts. i took a long shower while bellowing along with miss fiona apple. it is so horrible when you don't really like an artist yet suddenly find yourself smitten by them. i've had apple's album since it came out in '96, yet never listened to more than one song on it, and then suddenly, last week, it hit me like a chainsaw on the head and i've been listening to it since. bah.

in the afternoon we left to eat (well, gene ate, and i stole most of his fried mushrooms appetizer) and on the way back we rented six degrees of separation and a chorus line. closing in on my apartement a sudden icecream craving appeared and we ended up at harris teeter, where i caved in and bought a box of icecream sandwhiches, while gene bought some funky popsicles (with bad jokes on the sticks) and 3 bottles of nerdy, wimpy, cheap wine (boone's).

you'd be surprised at how fun 3 bottles of wine and a good movie (6 degrees..) can be. a bit fuzzy legged i got up to make myself some veggy chili around midnight, and ended up splashing some of my chardonnay into it. wine. strange thing.

slept on the couch.

sunday

read a bit. watched some more real world episodes that i had missed. discovered that the natural, an extremely sentimental early 80's baseball movie with robert redford that i absolutely adore was on.

by the time the ending came up, with it's slow motion, and the baseball hitting the arena lights causing electrical explosions while redford home-runs i had both gene and gabriel watch it. i sniffled, gabriel shook his head, and gene rolled his eyes. I CAN'T HELP IT. i love baseball movies. sniff sniff.

gene then drove me to a computer lab on his campus where i (gasp, gasp) actually did a homework assignment. when we left 3 hours later i got some fruit loops to break my last $20 bill, and off we went to watch felicity.. and the season premiere of the x-files.. and the practice..

aziza showed up during the x-files, and i made us all pop corn (gene seemed incredibly astounded by the fact that i could and did make 'real' pop corn the old fashioned way.) and cussed about icky diana puttin' her moves on a catatonic mulder, etc. by the time the practice came on, they left - gene accused me of having poisoned him with my popcorn ("ew, jennie cooties!") and i rolled my eyes and waved bye.

you'd have thought that was the end of that day, but around midnight gabriel showed up while i was doing the dishes, and soon we ended up entangled in a 3 hour discussion on torture, the death penalty, a communist cafe in tel aviv, my hometown and ghod knows what else. and then i went to bed.

today

has been good. despite the enormous head-ache, i feel good and even a bit elated. i spent several hours looking at fiona apple websites and beastie boys websites (ad rock ad rock ad rock) and talking to the girl posse at my sam rockwell forum. things are well.

i'm pondering wearing a xmas glitter crown tomorrow for school. no special reason. just sort of feel like it. pondering how on earth i could squeeze out this many words about pretty much nothing. realizing that very few, if anyone, will actually read through this. not caring. take care. peas. i'm off to watch a chorus line.