The Obscure

How you doing Champ? I've been calling everyone champ lately, I don't know why. Every now and again I just find a new lil' catchphrase or oft-used title such as Champ or Fella or Fatguy or something to that end, and I overuse it to the point where it seems perfectly natural and my friends start using it to; and then it just fades into the background to be replaced by some equally disagreeable phrase.
Such is my boring life.

I had an uneventful week. Each day I would stay up till late at night, and then wake up at nine thirty and go unshowered and ungroomed to school, then I'd come home and shower, drink a cup of coffee, and stay online till 1 AM. Then I'd wander around my house till I grew tired, and I'd then begin the cycle over again. Weee.
Yesterday I hung out for a long time with Tim, Kaileen, and Chelsea. I won't describe what went down essentially because I can't remember it. After a day passes by it just joins the mulitude of incomprehensible blurs that is my memory.

I just made coffee, but there is something wrong with it now. I don't know what it is, maybe it is weak, maybe the milk I put in it was bad, maybe the cup it's in is actully dirty. Who knows? I sure don't. I'm going to put more sugar in it and drink it anyway though, here's hoping I don't die.

I'm going to Cassie's birthday party today!! I think I shall draw her a comic, or something. Yes that will do nicely. I always say I'm going to do comics for people on special days when a present is required, but then I don't actually do them or something comes up for me not to, and I forget; only to remember weeks afterward with a resounding "Dammit!"

Something about being lonely, it gets to a guy. Gets so he starts thinking things that aren't true, and feeling things that aren't there. Strips you of a measure of your humanity; hopefully not permanently stripped.

Man this is the sugariest coffee I have ever had.