Beginning Tomorrow Yesterday Past People Me

Tuesday, September 8th, 1998... 3:23 a.m. listening to: Mike and John in the living room I'm talking to Erik on ICQ, after Wes gave the keyboard back to him. I'm grinning, very silly-like. It's a long story. In fact, the whole weekend is a long story. I was going to type it, but I've realized I'm too tired to give it justice. All I know is I'm happy, tired, and Newark people kick ass. We're already plotting our trip down, as I really want to see people again. Must sleep. Finally shopping with Amanda tomorrow, after a year of talking about it. Whoo hoo! I will write the story of the weekend eventually, but until then, I will say: The ST meeting avoided violence, and in fact, any serious arguements. I met a whole bunch of amazing people. I ran on serious sleep dep. I am Geeklor the Geeklarian, and talked about game way too much. Newark players rock my little world. Stacy is a kick ass dancer. The Spice Girls went over really well. Raspberry Wheat Beer is good in small, slow quantities, but bad in Vinnie's on a crowded Sunday, when you have half an hour to drink a pitcher. Having half an hour to drink a pitcher isn't half as bad when there's a cute guy helping you. I am going to see those people, dammit. And I need to sleep.