My trip home for Spring break was uneventful...fortunately. I hit some traffic going through the city but nothing stopped the roads. I got home in time to go for sushi with Ray, Brian, and Sandra. I ate more sushi than Ray, and he challenged me to eat a chunk of wasabi. He ate it and I said I thought that was dumb, but he mocked me and I popped the ball of wasabi in my mouth and swallowed it really fast, hardly letting it touch my tongue. Then we blinked at each other a few seconds and Sandra said "Well, that was anti-climactic."

But it was damned good sushi. Now I need more damned good sushi. I love spicy tuna rolls and tuna in general I even had vegetable tempura too. I ordered two pieces of tuna sushi and Knoler looked at my plate over his shrimp tempura and said "What's the tongue?" After a good laugh I asked if he wanted any...he tried it and said it didn't taste like much. I agreed, but it is very good with soy sauce and wasabi. ;) I could have eaten more.

I've been so hungry lately. Perhaps I'll gain weight and my ribs won't be so icky anymore. I'll get muscles in the summer too...I can't wait.

I pulled out a new book to write in today. It's a little hardbound journal with suns and stuff on it that I've had sitting in a drawer for a while. I'm starting to run out of pages in my other notebook and I figured I should start a new one. I don't write in that the same way I write here. It's my idea book, I write stuff I want to remember to write here, shopping lists, quotes, draw layouts and pictures, etc. It's my general all purpose notebook.

I didn't want to carry a bag around though, so I stuffed a pen in my back pocket and put the notebook in the waistband of my jeans in the back. It probably looked silly, but I wore my leather jacket over it and you never could have seen it.

I didn't write one damned thing all night. I had expected to write in it while I watched the movie at Knoler's, but we watched Out Of Sight...which I love. The random jumping around didn't bother me as much watching it this time, and I even thought that the sex scene wouldn't have been nearly as good if they had done it all sequentially.

They met at the bar and talked a while, then there was a short clip of them holding hands with the audio of them still talking over it and the music started up softly in the background. Then they were just talking again. They kept doing that same thing showing clips of them kissing, then taking off their clothes and the audio stayed the same, with the music building up. Then Jennifer Lopez says "Let's get out of here" and they show them getting down to it and the music gets to full volume.

I thought it was well done. It was like they broke the whole scene into two sections and overlapped them. I liked it.

I wanted a BLT tonight. Badly. Timm suggested getting a pizza but I said "I want a BLT."

He looked at me in fear for a second and said "You're getting bitchy."

Cold-Hearted Bitch is one of my special moves. But at dinner (getting BLTs....) we discussed how my Bitch move isn't year 2000 compliant because I was born in the 70's, but Adria's is because she was born in the 80's.

My programming team is working on it currently. They swear they have time.

Right before my computer crashes the mouse speeds up and I overshoot buttons. I don't understand that.

I showed my mother the history in Netscape, now I have to clear it if I download porn on her machine...even though I cleaned up the hundreds of cookies on her machine with her and when we came by a "sexcounter" and a "porn hound" cookie I said "Those must be from when I was here last."

Mom doesn't think I should drink too much, but as long as I don't drink and drive she's okay with it. I know I'm not foolish enough to think I'd be able to drive. I almost don't want to walk in heels when I'm drunk and I could climb a tree in heels sober. And I'm talking about the heels that I'll need a parachute if I fall. I may be out of practice though...I only wore my heels to the club with Jeremy. I don't remember getting back up the huge flight of stairs in the club. It was called the Underground and the name is no lie...there must be thirty steps down into the place from street level. Very cool but I wonder how often drunks fall down and harm themselves there.

I'm utterly dying for a grilled cheese with tomato soup. It's almost 5am, but I may have to go downstairs and feed myself before I sleep. I'm trying to gain back the 7 pounds I lost while sick and going to sleep with a growling tummy isn't going to help...even if I did have a BLT at 1am.

Why the hell am I so hungry? Maybe I have a tapeworm...that would explain my inability to gain any weight too. I'm not anorexic! I hate seeing my ribs! I hate this bone in my shoulder that grosses people out! I'm not TRYING to be Kate Moss! Blame my parents who were both skinny when they were young...they should have known better than to have kids...they bred me scrawny!

Did you know that Cyberspace belongs to Christ?

"Cyberspace belongs to Christ, and that Christians should not surrender this wonderful media to the World (the way we allowed radio and television to be taken from us)."

I don't care if it's just someone being religious. This page is fucking pretentious.

I've been having my odd moments all this week. Happy is suddenly Bummed Out, and then I switch back in a few minutes, or a few hours...depending if I'm on my own so I can sulk or if there are people in good moods around me. Nothing I can't handle I don't think, I just wish I knew WHY I was getting bummed all week. Maybe all these FREAKS have something to do with it...

Some guy started IMing me on AOL. He asked me if I wanted to chat and I said "Not really, I'm just downloading stuff." Then he asked if I was downloading porn...with a smiley. "Nope, no porn...just school stuff." He told me his name was Tony, he was 21, and he lived in Rockville Center, which is two towns from where I live. Then he asked if I could call him. I said no. He asked why. "Um...I'm not in the habit of calling anyone at 5am, much less some guy who IMed me five seconds ago and all I know about him is a name, an age, and the fact that he lives two seconds away." He said "True." then "Check this out" and sent me a link. Warning! You may think this is icky! I sure did! Young children, do not click this!

I said "Okay...buzz off." I don't need freaks to send me pictures of naked chicks with guys jacking off on them. I just don't need it. Fortunately he just buzzed off and I didn't have to beat him down like the bitch he was.

I've gotten two prank calls this week. The "I want to stick my dick in you" guy...to whom I said "That's nice. You have some serious growing up to do." and hung up on. Then "mumble mumble pussy dick mumble" guy. I said "You again?" and he hung up. I got three "wrong numbers" in the next day and a half, all mumbled the name and hung up quickly. Freaks are coming out of the fucking WOODWORK!

Timm is going to help me pick out a bat this week. I'm really getting one this time.

Baxter doesn't like Tori Amos. He was running in his wheel, happy as can be, and I turned on some music. Butterfly by Tori Amos. He froze in the wheel and looked at me in what I swear was horror. I looked back at him. "What? It's nice!" :::pause::: "You hate this, don't you?" :::pause::: "Fine, I'll put on Led Zep next, okay?"

He paused another second then started running again.

Yeesh. I'm going to make a sandwich and try to unwind before bed. Even though it's 6am...