*it takes a thrusting girl to sing a thrusting song. 2002-04-04 11:54 a.m.*

yesterday was not the wednesday i had planned.

first off, i was hungover. i've never been hungover in my life, except perhaps this one time when it was purely dehydration and had nothing to do with alcohol. yesterday, my head ached horribly and i spent most of the day trying to keep from vomitting.

michael called and asked if i wanted to go to the vintage store, and after much indecisiveness i decided to go. it was fun and i found 3 really cool things, but then discovered that one of the things was much more expensive than i had planned, so i wasn't going to buy it. this put me directly into shopper's remorse, and i wound up sitting in the back of the store staring at the 2 other things that i wanted to buy and whining to michael about the whole thing. i finally decided to put everything back and had to leave really quickly because i felt like i was going to vomit all over the clothes and that would be really bad.

michael drove me to campus so i could do yoga. james, jennifer connelly, and i managed to do yoga for 8 minutes before deciding that laying on the floor watching rosie o'donnell was our better option. and then we decided that instead of kickboxing there should be pizza. i took some stuff for my headache and when it went away the nausea went, too, and i was able to enjoy pizza with the best of them. this was my first pizza purchase since my month of no spending, even though i'd really wanted to order a pizza on midnight between the 31st and the 1st.

i wound up hanging out in james' room watching tv for a very long time. i even worked on some letters and various other small projects i had in my bag, and it was nice that i just got to hang out. she left, and i called laurel tree up, because i haven't seen her in ages, to see if she was home, since it was raining and i didn't want to go there and have her door be locked. but she came over to james' room and we had some nice chats, and i was filled with bad friend guilt about never seeing her or #1 or oilly or boomer or any of those people. james' roommate came back and i left to go get my wednesdayly massage, but after i'd waited for one for about an hour michael came, but just to tell india that she wouldn't be giving any massages and since she is my general ride, i left with her, which was okay, because i really have very little fucked up in my body right now, though if anyone wants to work out this preperiod lower back pain, that would be nice. *cheeky grin*

michael took me home, but then when we got to the parking lot, we talked for awhile and wound up both going back to her house, where we hung out and looked at maps on mapquest and those fun things. the gay came over and that was really exciting, because i haven't seen him since he quit working with me. michael's sister was really craving dessert, though, so michael, she and i all went to applebee's and ate rich ridiculous food, and then came back to my house where we tried to work up the energy to play truth or dare, but michael's sister decided that all of our dares were dumb, so we made our own madlibs instead. there was a lot of laying on my bed, doing very little, and then they went home, and i talked to people online until nearly 4 in the morning. but you see, today there is indian food, so i am awake.

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