I think this is my third attempt at a blog. I guess I'm giving it a go again because I feel the need to talk and write. They (being I'm not sure who) say writing a stream of conciousness for about 20 minutes a day will increase one's creativity. I've always wanted to make that a habit, but have failed. Anyway I'm writing mostly because I'm bored and lonely because everyone has left for the summer or forever. My parents came and took Clair today, since I can't have her in the apartment I'm subletting this summer. I never thought I'd love an animal so much, but I'm kinda lonely now that she's gone and I don't have to watch her every second to make sure she hasn't chewed up my shoes. So tonight was a me night. I got sushi take out and hung out with my friend Riesling. Delicious. As I was purusing the sushi menu I noticed that sushi in the South is "different." Many of the rolls are either fried or have mayo in them, which is very Southern. Something that is supposed to be fresh and raw is now crispy...
While eating my fried sushi I started watching season one of Felicity which I'd rented on Netflix. I've started getting tv shows that I didn't watch when it was appropriate to watch them say in like highschool. Did anyone else find this show extremely creepy? The girl is a stalker. She follows a guy that doesn't like her to NY. Maybe our standards were different in 1998. Can you imagine what this show would be like if there had been facebook and cell phones (because yes people there were only beepers at this point)? I also think watching this is hilarious, because I really liked how Felicity dressed in 1998 when I would her in Seventeen, etc. and now I realize her clothes are kind of ugly. It's like when I see the awkward tween Girl Scouts walking around Savannah in their awkward outfits (I saw a girl with socks pulled up to her knees with shorts). She's going to look back on that outfit and cry someday, I fear. I think the only thing good about this show is the weird goth roommate. She's hilarious.
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