Im having trouble sleeping, but just because Im having trouble sleeping doesnt mean the bright, white light of MS Word isnt making me squint. Tone it down, mothafucka. Is there anyway to make it darker? Well, it would probably bug me when Im wide awake and used to the light. Id be all, Why is my mothafucking MS Word antique white?
I have to remember that masturbating at night only makes me wakeful and restless. I like using those two words together because they sound like antonyms but are in fact synonyms. Im a simple girl who is easily amused.
I had just logged off of SG when I went to bed, and that could make any girl want to masturbate, yeah? My mind settles on a different boy or girl from SG every now and then. A boy and girl were involved this time. I wont divulge their names since I know theres a chance one of them might go, Ewww, thats gross. I never pass a chance to self-deprecate, though I probably should. Its a fact that my dorkiness is a part of my personality, and some people may find that relentlessly endearing or simply relentless. Either way, I dont know if I would be true to myself if I refrain from my self-deprecating humor. If it alienates others, I suppose I should veer away from cracking wise at my own expense.
Yeah, anyway, so Im awake now and decided to write a new entry because tonights earlier entry was sub-par -- actually, yesterdays entry. Its past 4:30 am now. Anyhoodle, the syntax in yesterdays entry sucked tennis balls, so Im doing another entry that hopefully wont suck. Or isnt sucking. But seriously, about the syntax in yesterdays entry -- I mean Taciturn? Who uses that word? Okay, now that that rhetorical question is posed, several answers come to mind. So Ill be more specific. Who, aside from people who have been dead for several centuries, uses that word? Incommunicado is a great word, and I am the type of girl who will look for situations just to use certain words that are all kinds of fabulous, but I ask again Taciturn? No.
Im a walking, talking, writing, typing, babbling thesaurus, I am. That doesnt mean Im smart. It just means Im a loser who reads a lot and retains a lot of information. Again, with the self-deprecation. My mamalas been bugging me to stop it, and she said, Stop self-deprecating, youre a wonderful young woman. So shut up. Thats a direct quotation, if slightly paraphrased, but self-deprecating are her words. And so are shut and up.
My room still feels like a hotel room. Its mostly undecorated, but it has all this nice furniture in it now, and the layouts all different. Im still getting used to it, but its beautiful. And the flow of the room is all good. I dont believe in feng-shui or anything, but I wonder if its good feng shui? I have a small space. I dont have a lot of options. Go away, zen art of furniture placement. Stop bothering me.
Marina fixed the shitty haircut I got at Supercuts. My hairs shoulder-length when its ironed and blow-dried, and she gave me jaw-length bangs because I wanted them and also because she thought it would look good. I told her to not do it if she thought it would look like crap, but she knows what shes doing. So it was all nice and ironed, but of course it had to start raining and my Shirley Temple corkscrew curls pop into my bangs. I dont have a lot of those types of curls. Its mostly wavy hair, but theyre sprinkled here and there, and I want straight hair so badly. I want a simple bob, but I cant have one, because only girls with straight hair can have bobs. If I have a bob, the ends of my hair will flip up, and not in a cute Marlo Thomas That Girl way. And now Im humming Dirty from the Rain by Giant Sand. Thats a great song.
Speaking of music, I have tons of new rockabilly CDs that a pal burned for me. Im just itching to play it on Wednesday.
Oh crap. Wednesday. My summer session course starts on Wednesday. Im not looking forward to that. Its so stupid. Its this (college) freshman English class that I took in high school, but I got a fucking 3 on the AP Exam, and state schools accept 3s, but I go to a private university, so no skipping that class for me. I kept dropping out of the course because I get horrible writers block and have a bit of a writing phobia. Is graphophobia applicable to how I feel about it? Its not the act of writing so much as being judged for my writing. Furthermore, I usually write just fine if I can write about whatever I feel like, but when its an assigned topic, I freeze up. I hate irony sometimes.
I hope there are non-freshmen in this class. Then again, they dont all have to know Im a junior, do they? Crap.
Oh! Sammy just sneezed. So I think Sammy might not have cancer. Hes sneezed in the past when he was afflicted with a kitty cold here and there, taken prescribed kitty medicine, and gotten all better. He seems so perky and active lately; I find it hard to believe that he has an advanced form of cancer based on his activeness. I think hell be okay.
Crap! Now Zowie is awake and meowing. Ill go pretend I was sleeping and throw stuffed animals at her head. Thats our ritual. Dont tell me Im mean and abusive. She has a hard head. And theyre tiny stuffed animals. Believe me, if they hurt her, she would let me know.
I have to remember that masturbating at night only makes me wakeful and restless. I like using those two words together because they sound like antonyms but are in fact synonyms. Im a simple girl who is easily amused.
I had just logged off of SG when I went to bed, and that could make any girl want to masturbate, yeah? My mind settles on a different boy or girl from SG every now and then. A boy and girl were involved this time. I wont divulge their names since I know theres a chance one of them might go, Ewww, thats gross. I never pass a chance to self-deprecate, though I probably should. Its a fact that my dorkiness is a part of my personality, and some people may find that relentlessly endearing or simply relentless. Either way, I dont know if I would be true to myself if I refrain from my self-deprecating humor. If it alienates others, I suppose I should veer away from cracking wise at my own expense.
Yeah, anyway, so Im awake now and decided to write a new entry because tonights earlier entry was sub-par -- actually, yesterdays entry. Its past 4:30 am now. Anyhoodle, the syntax in yesterdays entry sucked tennis balls, so Im doing another entry that hopefully wont suck. Or isnt sucking. But seriously, about the syntax in yesterdays entry -- I mean Taciturn? Who uses that word? Okay, now that that rhetorical question is posed, several answers come to mind. So Ill be more specific. Who, aside from people who have been dead for several centuries, uses that word? Incommunicado is a great word, and I am the type of girl who will look for situations just to use certain words that are all kinds of fabulous, but I ask again Taciturn? No.
Im a walking, talking, writing, typing, babbling thesaurus, I am. That doesnt mean Im smart. It just means Im a loser who reads a lot and retains a lot of information. Again, with the self-deprecation. My mamalas been bugging me to stop it, and she said, Stop self-deprecating, youre a wonderful young woman. So shut up. Thats a direct quotation, if slightly paraphrased, but self-deprecating are her words. And so are shut and up.
My room still feels like a hotel room. Its mostly undecorated, but it has all this nice furniture in it now, and the layouts all different. Im still getting used to it, but its beautiful. And the flow of the room is all good. I dont believe in feng-shui or anything, but I wonder if its good feng shui? I have a small space. I dont have a lot of options. Go away, zen art of furniture placement. Stop bothering me.
Marina fixed the shitty haircut I got at Supercuts. My hairs shoulder-length when its ironed and blow-dried, and she gave me jaw-length bangs because I wanted them and also because she thought it would look good. I told her to not do it if she thought it would look like crap, but she knows what shes doing. So it was all nice and ironed, but of course it had to start raining and my Shirley Temple corkscrew curls pop into my bangs. I dont have a lot of those types of curls. Its mostly wavy hair, but theyre sprinkled here and there, and I want straight hair so badly. I want a simple bob, but I cant have one, because only girls with straight hair can have bobs. If I have a bob, the ends of my hair will flip up, and not in a cute Marlo Thomas That Girl way. And now Im humming Dirty from the Rain by Giant Sand. Thats a great song.
Speaking of music, I have tons of new rockabilly CDs that a pal burned for me. Im just itching to play it on Wednesday.
Oh crap. Wednesday. My summer session course starts on Wednesday. Im not looking forward to that. Its so stupid. Its this (college) freshman English class that I took in high school, but I got a fucking 3 on the AP Exam, and state schools accept 3s, but I go to a private university, so no skipping that class for me. I kept dropping out of the course because I get horrible writers block and have a bit of a writing phobia. Is graphophobia applicable to how I feel about it? Its not the act of writing so much as being judged for my writing. Furthermore, I usually write just fine if I can write about whatever I feel like, but when its an assigned topic, I freeze up. I hate irony sometimes.
I hope there are non-freshmen in this class. Then again, they dont all have to know Im a junior, do they? Crap.
Oh! Sammy just sneezed. So I think Sammy might not have cancer. Hes sneezed in the past when he was afflicted with a kitty cold here and there, taken prescribed kitty medicine, and gotten all better. He seems so perky and active lately; I find it hard to believe that he has an advanced form of cancer based on his activeness. I think hell be okay.
Crap! Now Zowie is awake and meowing. Ill go pretend I was sleeping and throw stuffed animals at her head. Thats our ritual. Dont tell me Im mean and abusive. She has a hard head. And theyre tiny stuffed animals. Believe me, if they hurt her, she would let me know.
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mephausto:
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user8935778:
i cant sleep anymore either. i think its the vertical blinds. they rustle. too much noise.