06.25.01 - 2:55 p.m.

Notes from the weekend:

Friday - very drunk. was apparently the evening's amusement. wore the cowboy hat. saw Howie twice. he loves me, he just doesn't know it. yet.

Saturday - Well, my back deck is, in the words of Alicia Silverstone, "not a total betty but a vast improvement." I can't wait for the pigeons to find it. I wonder if a nice canopy of mosquito netting would keep their scary pigeon asses away. No, probably not.

And love is in the air, or at least pheremones are in the air, or something. First there was the cowboy hat, which caused a baker's dozen of men to make some sort of flirtatious remark, usually along the lines of "hey, cowgirl!" last night. Then the socialist AT&T internet installer man, who scared me on Friday, calls back to see how my modem is doing. Fine. Then he asks me if I like rollerblading. Um, no, I'm not the athletic type. (I'm the sensitive, bookish type!) THEN he asks if I have a boyfriend. Um, sure. (Lies, lies! Blatant lies!) In retrospect, I should have told him I have a girlfriend. Damn. Damn!
And my landlord gave me a rose, but since he's an aging hippie and he grows a huge leafy garden, I'm assuming he's just being nice. God, I hope he's just being nice and not stalking the three young ladies who live below him.

Sunday - Hit the beach with my new orange chair and my roommate, suffering from Friday night's unexpected breakup with her b/f. Ooops, we all know how those can be. Bar-hopped on the way home, randomly running into Nicole at the gay pride parade - she spotted the orange chair strapped to my back from some friend's deck on Clark St. Hooray that people identify me by my orangeness! Got fully buzzed and ended up after the Violent Femmes concert (Gordon Gano: still angry with the world) on a street corner in Lincoln Park eating ice cream with some Australian boys. Hooray for accents! If I could magically change one thing about me, I think it would be to give myself an amazing cute British/Scottish type accent. Oh yes I would.

today - Called the AT&T people yet again, expressing my extreme unhappiness that my internet is not set up. Fuck the "database problem." Don't they know how much this means to me? Hmmm, I haven't exactly done any of my beat report (due tomorrow) and spent half of class learning about search engines. Wasting time, as "the lovely ladies" like to sing it. Dreaming about hopping a plane with my USAir voucher burning a hole in my pocket.

Um, must learn how to make HTML tables or something to that effect. Thank y'all very very much.