first day. well thats not true. I've been moving in for about 2 or 3 days. would have been sooner but the mother was in Texas. But tonight is offically the first night sleeping here. and let metell you... i'm not looking forward to it. especially since there was a CRICKET on my ceiling! what the heck??? i dont know how a cricket got in here but it was gross. and and i was scared. and there were spider webs. oi. I dred turning off the lights. at least i got the internet working. well. temporarily at least. i stole the 2wire from the mothers computer but its ok. no ones using that one. tomorrow we're getting some sort of hub thing so both computers can be online at once. awesomenes. well. after much girlyness.. i will be able to run. and get skinny skinny. but for now.. i read. Im going to try and make it all the way thru the portable beat read this time. i made it half way last time and skimmed the rest. but it liked it. I love jack kerouac. and all those crazy beatniks. __________________________________________ jason needed the 2wire thingy. its kinda late tho. but im not tired. i went to walmart with the mother today cuz we both needed to exchange some stuff. On the way back she told me sal heard his baby's heart beat :] I'm so happy for them. I wonder if they know if theyre having a boy or girl. I guess I'll call sal tomorrow and find out. so i was reading some old diary entries to get some ideas for my novel which im thinking of making into a movie because seriously.. who actually reads novels anymore? haha jk but we'll see. anyways. i was reading and its soo funny. i didnt wwrite in it everyday like i do now. i would write whenever something BIG happened. lol and the only thing i considered big was when i liked someone. so itd be like "i love so and so" and a month later "nvm i love so and so" and a few months later.. "that was a silly crush. now i love so and so" and so on. i was so obnoxious. still am. so. i guess i always have been. me and tim went to walmart last night and i saw vannessa. uhg. she's soooo.. vannessa-y. yeah and thats a word. i made it up and it means.. "someone who out of the blue decides to be a jerk and not be your friend for no reason". And she's not the only one being vannessa-y either. gosh. But honestly. when i saw her. i missed her. for like a second. then i realized i am glad she never called (like she said she would) cuz i dont need to miss someone like that. anyone like that. but i was thinking and if there we're 1 girl friend i could bring back in my life, its definately not her. it'd be jenae. but o well. ha. gregory corso's marriage poem is pretty weird,but it made me laugh. its just so guy like. but its written by a guy so i guess it is what it should be. heres just a piece, cuz its a pretty big poem.. ".......I kiss the bride all those corny men slapping me on the back She's all yours, boy! Ha-ha-ha! And in their eyes you could see some obscene honeymoon going on- Then all that absurd rice and clanky cans and shoes Niagara Falls! Hordes of us! Husbands! Wives! Flowers! Chocolates! All streaming into cozy hotels All going to do the same thing tonight The indifferent clerk he knowing what was going to happen The lobby zombies they knowing what The whistling elevator man he knowing Everybody knowing! I'd almost be inclined not to do anything! Stay up all night! Stare that hotel clerk in the eye! Screaming: I deny honeymoon! I deny honeymoon! running rampant into those almost climactic suites yelling Radio belly! Cat shovel! O I'd live in Niagara forever! in a dark cave beneath the Falls I'd sit there the Mad Honeymooner devising ways to break marriages, a scourge of bigamy a saint of divorce-....." bah. now what? i dunno what to doooooo. maybe take some pictures or something? meh. i dont really feel like it. ahh no tv. but its too late for tv anyways. books are fuzzy cuz my eyes hurt. and nothing to write. but i dont want to stop. o well. i guess I'll FINALLY call it a night. night.