thema dreiundzwanzig

i was definitely not ready to come home. granted, the cat's still a bitch and the guinea pig is still noisy. and jessie's still... uh. dad's still awkward.
the cat's been snooping around in my backpack all afternoon. it sniffs really loud, too. awkwardly loud, i'd say.
aahah ha.. i hate driving in terre haute. it always makes me sad and frustrated and lipbitey because it's one road. one long, straight road full of weird weaving drivers and three lanes that turn into one road, then back to ninety-two roads, then down to two and i'm left thinking why i say new differently. where along the road did i fuck up and say it as "nyew" or "nyu" or "niyew" except without so much the "i" in it.
cat has some fascination with being between the blinds and the window. kind of creepy. sad face

ok so here i am stuck at home, with nothing but gravity's rainbow to read and waiting until 7.00 and then tomorrow to eat and then friday to... read. and then saturday to purdue to homework stuff and shit my foot's asleep
IT'S MADE OF NEEDLES AAH

hey ok so today when i got home, i was going through the tv channels, doot do do doot, you know, and then i saw this show about sewing so i was thinking, FUCK YEAH I CAN SEE SOME SEWING and i got really excited, i have to admit. but then i saw it was these two old ladies.
hope -1 point.
they were stitching a sweater.
hope -2 points.
the sweater was awkward and patchworked.
hope -3 points.
it also reminded me of my teachers.
hope -10 points.

hmm... i guess i can rummage through my old things and find "treasures."