i keep talking...

last night i went over to the apartment of 3...Keith was there...we sat around some...i had some dvds with me and we watched Eraserhead...that is, until some point in the middle/end when it fucked up and stopped playing it...we tried it again (attempting to fast forward to where it cut off, damn David Lynch and his chapterless dvds...) Jacques reported a very similar, if not exact, problem with his copy...mine played perfectly on my parents' dvd player...i don't know if it's just bitchy with certain models...i hope to fuck my dvd didn't get fucked up...i am pretty wary of the way it's packaged...Adam came home...we decided to take up where Eraserhead left off with Not Another Teen Movie...which is actually mostly funny...surprisingly, more funny than not funny...Adam wanted to go to Wal-Mart so i accompanied him...ended up buying the Family Guy: Volume One dvd set...that makes me happy...yea...

plans to make it to Wisconsin for Jenna's funeral have fallen through, at least on my end...Paul B., Justin, and i were wanting to go, but none of us muster up suitable transportation...talking to Paul C., it also seems the arrangements for the service are very uncertain anyway...maybe those of us staying here can go out tomorrow and get some 40s so we can pour them out in her honor...i think she would have liked that...or course, it could just be that i'm extremely tired and am talking out of my ass...but i guess i feel the need for something at any rate...

i was awoken about 2 hours ago by my mom...she decided she had to start cleaning my room...she even brought the fucking portable tv up here...and she was all "you're not getting it clean blah blah blah blah blah"...i wanted to kill her...i went downstairs and tried to sleep elsewhere but to no avail...she's not up here anymore...right now i'm debating trying to get back to sleep in my bed or maybe cleaning some to get her to leave me alone...but i don't feel like moving or anything...bah...we'll see...