April 3rd, 2002

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So I've been nicotine free for 26 hours now. I'm sorta doing OK. I'm sorta used to the teeth-gnashing and periodic eye twitches, anyway...

"Death To Smoochy" wasn't nearly as terrible as I was led to believe, although I wouldn't necessarily say it was good, either. The commercials would lead you to believe that the movie is about Robin Williams plotting revenge against Ed Norton - that's true, but it's actually just a minor plot point. The movie is really centered around Ed Norton, which is a bit misleading. Jon Stewart is great, though, even if he's sporting a pretty "unfortunate set of bangs", as Elvis Mitchell said.

I'm set to start moving into the new room tonight - I'm still not quite sure how I'm gonna lay everything out yet, but when have I ever cared about stuff like that?

Do I need more coffee?
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Nicotine withdrawal would be entertaining if it didn't feel so goddamned weird. I've become hyperaware of every single cell in my body, and they're all jumping around and dancing in sharp-heeled shoes. I wouldn't necessarily say that I'm irritable - I mean, this is my 3rd serious attempt at quitting, so I've been through this before - but my anxiety over the impending job offer isn't helping any.

Speaking of which, there's still no word about the job yet. It would figure that NYU, the instituation my parents poured $100K into so I could gain a BFA and become gainfully employed, would be responsible for the holdup. grrrrrrrrr.

On a related note, though, I decided (in my confidence about getting this job) to download the newest LJ client - just so I don't have to keep checking my friends page a billion times because my attention span is now approaching one millionth of a second and i'm BORED BORED BORED
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Popcap has a new, Snood-ish game called "Dynomite", which I've been playing, endlessly. But it's all my brain can seem to handle at this point. I've started having hallucinatory thoughts. I can feel my lungs cleaning themselves out and gathering up huge wads of phlegm. Tonight marks David Wells' return as a Yankee pitcher. I was thinking about starting the room exchange tonight, but I think instead I'm gonna do some online Jedi multiplayer with my friend Greg, who used to be my roommate before moving up to Canada with his soon-to-be wife. I need beer.