today was
one of those days
i read night by elie wiesel and got super mega depressed and disenchanted with the world.
i ran into a girl i was best friends with over 6 years ago and hadn't talked to since. what exactly are you supposed to say to people like that?
i smoked pot for the first time in a long time
immediately after, i craved a cigarette, but i was good.
then, oh boy, then, i went to class where we watched a freaky super graphic documentary on auschwitz. i'm talking footage of bulldozers pushing bodies and enormous roomfuls of hair.
my prof cried. we left.
i went for food in a very seinfeldian restaurant on graville. i think i got food poisoning.
i came home. i went to work for the first time since november. my suspisions of food poisoning were confirmed.
i also burnt myself
a flock of cute boys came into the drive-in. they flirted with me, trying to get a discount. it didn't work, but i had fun.
i came home. i'm going to bed.
i had hoped to have heard from someone today, but i haven't, so i can only assume that i have no plans for tommorrow anymore. ick.