remember lazy jane? (ala shel silverstein?)

i feel like i'm constantly walking through some kind of a haze. it's been a long and TIRING weekend (and it's definitely showing up on my face. see: dark circles under my eyes. i'm definitely pulling a jackie o. see: extra large sunglasses covering my face). it was exceedingly difficult to drag my sorry ass out of bed this morning. why is staying in bed SO amazingly nice? lying down curled up in a blanket beats sitting up any day.

my brother came into town, so of course, i played good hostess all weekend -- which has both the goods and bads.
for example,
good = excuse to eat badly all weekend (mmm... chicken and waffles)
bad = having to apologize for the messy apartment every 15 minutes
good = excuse not to do any homework
bad = having to do the homework once he leaves
good = mom feeling guilty for me having to entertain the sibling all weekend
bad = mom calling every hour as a result of guilt

see how this works?

anyway... i'm in the school library after having procrastinated all weekend. how could i come in and do work when the brother's sitting at home with the playstation?
besides, i'm starting to learn how to drive those cars around in simpson's hit and run (great game... it's like grand theft auto for people who don't want to see hookers getting beat up).

anyway, the simpsons game has now planted a bad bad idea in my head. i almost went out and got a gamecube (the playstation isn't mine... it's just a loaner for the weekend from a friend). do you know how detrimental a game system in my apartment would be???? finally, my urgency to graduate from this hell hole prevented me from purchasing the system... but i can't guarantee that i can help myself once this note is written.
why is it so addictive anyway? you'd think after the blisters start forming on the thumb, the pain would drive me away...

oh yeah. on a side note. fall ball was yesterday. it was filled with the usual: the drunken girlfriends hanging off the boyfriend's neck... the extra-long bar line (that's what happens when you get law students near an open bar) ... some girl trying to molest my brother on the dance floor (which i tried to ignore, but eww!) ... the really slutty dresses... and of course, the electric slide. ahh... good fun.