The weather is weird this morning. It's overcast, and some of the clouds look very roily, but the sun is also shining. Yesterday it hailed several times...today, Netscape describes the weather as "frozen mix," which makes me hopeful that it will soon start raining banana milkshakes and I will be able to catch some in a cup if I go out onto the deck.
I wish I had a blender.
I have forgotten anything else I have to say. Well, that's not true. I dreamt I was eating chicken. It looked very tasty but it was actually a tad dry, which makes me suspect I may have been gnawing on my pillow. There was also a guy, but no cuddles. I don't think he liked me very much. Story of my life. I bet he's the one who brought me the chicken. He probably didn't want to eat it because it was so dry, so he brought it to me. I bet it was because of a dare.
I think I've watched too many cheesy teen movies. You know the ones where the really popular guy accepts a dare or a bet from his friends that he can make the geekiest girl in school popular within 2 weeks' time? Whenever an attractive guy talks to me in any manner other than "impersonal," all I can think is "How much is the bet for? Where are the secret cameras?" and the thing is, it's not like I was hated in high school or college. I think people probably thought I was uptight, which I was. But high school was small enough that most of us had grown up together, and played together when we were younger, so we were like siblings. With a few exceptions. And college was...college, and I think I just faded into the background, which is what I wanted anyway, because otherwise I would have been spending all my time wandering around the fourth floor with a beer in one hand and a joint in the other.
It's sunny again. Sorta. The clouds are very high, some are fluffy and white and rimmed with light, and others are heavy and dark and oppressive and I'll bet they're the ones holding my banana milkshakes. I don't think it's hot enough to get thunderstormy, but a girl can wish, can't she?
I should probably go eat something before I waste away (in about 6 months). Nothing really sounds good, though. Ironically enough, we DO have some leftover chicken in the fridge, but I think I'll stick to cereal at the moment, then maybe work my way up.