numero uno 2002-08-07 - 9:05 p.m.
Wow. This looks like fun. Not that I'm fooling myself to think that anyone is going to read any of this ever, but I assure you that 95% of the time I have nothing interesting to say. That's what happens when you're a "quiet" person. People assume that you never talk, when really, they might be the ones that never shut up to let you get a word in edgewise. So "quiet" people tend to get out of practice talking. Especially "quiet" bored people that do very little, therefore not having anything to talk about.
But anyway! Sorry about the woefully apologetic introduction- that's another one of my problems: compulsive apologizing! But anyway again. Let's get started. So today I spent my one lousy day off this week from my thankless, mind-numbingly boring, awful summer job doing absolutely nothing except bake blueberry muffins and entertain my cat with my soulful renditions of songs from Madonna's early years. Sound exciting? Well it wasn't. Although I did run out this evening and pick up "The Lord of the Rings" on *gasp* VHS. So that'll be my evening. Does anyone really care? I doubt it. Occasionally I try to bug people into hanging out with me but it never works. Well I guess I'll just sit here and slowly become mute. Anytime now I'll begin my quest to hitchhike to Seattle, for purposes of bringing back grunge to the maintstream and the like. How would the flute fit into the grunge sound I wonder? Well at any rate I'll just be the quiet, mysterious flute player in my new band that never really talks. ;)
Well, back to my busy evening of doing nothing. Once again, sorry to bother you with my dull prattle. :)