fridayish

l was giving me a hard time about not even wanting to watch bush's state of the union address- saying i'd read it in the newspaper, that rather than getting angry i get sad, and there are those movies i avoid for the same reason- she's like, "how does it feel to be removed from the real world, caitlin?" i felt really bad, but when i started typing in the title of this entry, the previous post "from bush's second inaugural address" popped up as an old title- see i read the whole thing and picked out quotes and everything. just cause i don't watch tv doesn't mean i don't participate in real life. so there.

have been in a terribly bitchy mood all day. ch and i were NOT playing well off each other. in fact, we were practically fighting all day. we both better get some sleep this weekend. well, i don't know what he needs. i know that will make me feel alot better. i'm just a mess. your typical friday night mess. i know i'll be better tomorrow, but that doesn't make tonight any easier. l's got enough to deal with with swmnbm these days, and so i don't wanna add to that stress. i'm just feeeling so wistful about it all. i'd love to see her before she goes to oman, but i don't think that's going to happen.

finally made dinner. my poor cherry tomatoes had all schriveled up. they still tasted good stirfried, though. put on bruce hornsby and the range's "the way it is" on the turntable. i must be very sensitive, it made me cry left and right. especially every little kiss. "well what would i do without the nights and the phone and the chance just to talk to you- what would i do now, just to talk to you, a thousand miles away..." i don't know about bruce or the zombies. i know i can safely quote al stewart with no one (well, occasionally z) ever getting it. (and i'm so very sad that no one gets my everything but the girl quotes!) and i know other 80s things like wilson philips and rem are well known. but bruce- i feel like no one ever knows or remembers him, but then i'll be in a mall and here mandolin rain... anyway. i've just had a sobbing sort of night.

amberlee invited me to an afterparty tonight, on the west side at midnight. yeah right. that's so my scene. but i do have friends in chicago...

oh god, and the big news of the day. so there's this cute dyke who's been working mornings at the bookstore. ch keeps making these stereotypical comments, like "you should go over and ask about their vegetarian cookbooks" or "you should go over and ask her if she has a book on raising huskies" or "you should go over and ask her if they carry 'lesbian signs'" so i did go over and ask her about the textbook i need. she was very bitter. she hated her job, and didn't get enough sleep too, it seemed. she couldn't help me. but anyway, that story is only slightly related to how i've talked all week about how if there are any tulips left from our tulip special i was gonna take them home to hannah in 3w. then ch sold them all, so it looked like no flowers for hannah this week. but then, when he was packign up the flowers, he found a vase arrangement of double bloom yellow tulips. so i just wrapped those up in paper and brought them home. and i heard her upstairs, so i went up and gave them to her! she was just as nice as before, i was just as awkward and flustered as before, and she was just as well dressed as before. i really do wanna be her new best friend. i dont' know how to tell her this without being wierd, creepy and pushy though.

ok, so that's enough. i need to go to bed now. i've wasted way too much time online, shopping, (don't worry, textbooks) blogging, and the new cult a's started me on- finding people i knew in high school on friendster. aggh! it's taking over my life.