I've got some great news: Dirk got a job!!! He's working as a day-laborer for a temp agency. I'm so proud of him. Now he might actually have some money to move out with.
I'll admit, though, I was upset about this. I was hoping he'd be able to spend today with me. Yes, I know, it's selfish and a little stupid...anyway, I got over it.
Katie agreed to let me throw Dirk's party at her house, on Sunday evening. I bought candy for the bash--easter candy. It was on sale. Yes, I know it's a cop-out, but I'm on a budget. Besides, I'm going to make the spinache souffle tarts that Dirk likes so much. If you've never had to make tarts, trust me, I'm going above and beyond the call of girlfriend-duties.
I'm still not certain what to give him, though. Katie A- (who, though invited, will be unable to join us) suggested that it wasn't necessary for me to give him anything. After all, I'm buying him a cake, and he's got me for a girlfriend. What more could anyone ask for? However, I'd feel guilty. So, I need to think of what I could get him...something guitar-related? There's a no-brainer.
I got my rejection notice for The Glasshouse Journals today. I wish it had been more of a surprise. Unfortunately, the girl I got angry at for reviewing my site is friends with the person who runs The Glasshouse ring. You do the math. It's so sad that people on the Internet play politics the same way they do in real life.
I actually got an e-mail from C-- that was more than three lines long. I wonder what prompted this sudden flow of communication?
I'd written an entire entry for today already, but Netscape crapped out on me with no warning. The computers at my college are all getting ready to combust, I swear. So, I had to retype everything from memory.
You know, I had the oddest dream...there was a dead, stuffed tiger, wandering around a room full of people. All it wanted was to be pet. I felt so sorry for it that I pet it, and as soon as I did, it lay down and became immobile again. I think I had that dream because I made the mistake of watching a really old episode of In Living Color with Pia last night. One of the skits was about a guy with a dead dog (German Sheperd) that he was trying to enter into a dog show. After dragging the dog's corpse all over the show, and manipulating it (using it's leash) to run up and down stairs and spin in a circle on its hind legs, one of the judges told the man, "Give it up, your dog doesn't have a chance."
The man said, "That's what the vet said when he got rabies. Don't tell me that."
Whereupon all the other contestants left, and the man's dead dog won by default. He slung the dog, now wearing a prize ribbon, over his shoulder, telling the dog how proud he was of him.
I know it's horrible, but I laughed my ass off. Which is probably why I had that dream. I wonder where they got the dead dog for that skit.
Dirk's in a bad mood right now, because Krisco's refusing to give him back some of his stuff. I don't blame him, but I wish he wouldn't get so upset. It's unhealthy, you know?