2003-12-06 || 2:23 p.m.

|| and you should see the bed head i be rockin. ||

i never sleep in to relative high heaven, and of course this morning as i was having terrible nightmares of grad school dorm life (?) complete with friends' boyfriends and distant enemies sharing a real-world-like loft with me, the parents called searching me out so that pops could tell me not to buy the indiana jones trilogy for mum for christmas because he bought it. thanks, dad. they made do with talking to brian, newest hand family surrogate son/object of parental affection, and when i finally got back to calling them back i got to hear all about it. and their christmas tree. and the afghan mum is crocheting for said surrogate son. and how i must be a vampire for the hours i keep (add the visit to oc where i was coming home promptly at 6 every morning). nevermind last night was all due to bancroft way nerdfest of vodka, grape soda, and boggle. please refer to the paper taped on the wall in the kitchen signifying our drunken state: a list of movies that were very important to watch at approximately 3:42 this morning, such as the last unicorn, the secret of nimh ("blowing our minds to craziness!!!!!" written next to that one) and water babies and blow-up because we didn't get it the first time around but maybe mass stoniness could help us out. and then towards the bottom 'i love joaquin phonics!!!!!!" is written, as well as "i love spike jonze!!!!!" because i remembered he and sofia are calling it quits, which is a cosmic sign that we indeed will be life partners riding horses into the soft-focus sunset and i will claim the throne as lady jonze. at some point i also made a postcard out of a polaroid of a boggle game in which i could spell my new york baby's name, with "NERDIEST.POSTCARD.EVER!!!!!" written in felt tip marker all over the front. in a subsequent drunk dial to new york i leaked the bit about sending a picture by post, and i am very excited at the prospect of his opening the mailbox expecting something hott and naked and maybe boob-related to find a boggle game and my two feet off to the corner of the photo.

maybe i write all this shite just to let you know what a geek i am, that i am staying up all hours to prove said geekiness via polaroid/list/consumption of vomit-inducing nectar of the gods, grape soda and vodka. but it was me and brian, peas and carrots of the nerdy friday night bender, and i happen to have enjoyed myself quite a bit. so eat it.

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