I wrote a reasonably long journal entry over the course of this last hour or more, only for it to BE COMPLETELY ERASED BY THIS MACHINE AND/OR INTERNET. THANK YOU.
As if I haven't degenerated enough, I've a new show I'm beginning to find myself watching more and more: Laguna Beach. I know, I know, my head is hanged in shame already, so you don't even have to tell me.
Having become quite the introvert lately, I'm low on things to talk about. I've been blue.
The next couple of days are, as far as... Read More
Okay.
It's time to remove yourself from your chair, step away from the iBook and join reality when you find it highly entertaining writing obscene (albeit very polite!) sentences in a text-program, just so you can hear them read aloud by the Vicki voice-setting in your computer.
Because nothing really beats hearing "Will you kindly destroy my hymen? Thanks in advance. You are too considerate,... Read More
One of the greatest things in your little world back then, was when you'd fall asleep in the car, on the ride back from wherever your parents took you that day. When you arrived at your house, dad would pick you up and carry you inside. A cheek on his shoulder and you're snoozing, as your arms dangle lifeless at your sides.
i miss everything about being a kid. i had a deliriously happy childhood. i still haven't come to terms with growing old yet (i am 23 and i feel ollllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll..
Because not all pretty girls have places to go on Friday nights, I tucked myself into bed around 10pm last night, lamp on the nightstand beside me aglow, new book in hand. I'm reading Breakfast at Tiffany's, reading a paragraph that says,
She scooped up the cat and swung him onto her shoulder. He perched there with the balance of a bird, his paws... Read More
Maybe it's weird that I feel it's somewhat insensitive (I suppose that's the word I'm looking for) to say that the part of Death Be Not Proud I liked most, was the bit at the end, written by Johnny's mom, Frances.
Basically, if you've never read the book, it's a memoir written in 1949 by John Gunther, about his 17-year-old son, Johnny, who dies of... Read More
If I could get over the fear of burning down my house by accident, I think I'd like to spend today by baking a cake and doing homework.
I loved that the other night, while on the phone with one of my closest friends, we laughed so hard that we not only cried, we were beyond making any sound and short of breath. He and... Read More
I'm glad they're ok I was a bit more worried about this one cause there was still debris from the last one flying around. Still haven't heard from anyone else up there, but that's not news.
Damn, I've never made you laugh until you cried, that's my new goal I guess
I can see you using that excuse in class, "I didn't do my homework because I was afraid I'd burn my house down"
I think Jem's hotnaked ass made everyone happy; if everyone got to see Jem's ass at least once a day, there would be no war. But stupid FreakPirate wants to be selfish.
I'm gonna have to file a complain against all these Canadian boys stealing all our hot girls. As if they didn't have most of the cool girls up there as it is!
I love when useless facts are printed on the packaging of food or under bottle caps. On my little bag of instant oatmeal there was this bit of information: the word "dinosaur" "comes from two Greek words meaning 'terrible lizard.'" So now you know. Who says junk food doesn't educate you? No one, actually...because...I've never heard that... Read More
Not a problem. At least I know I'm not the only East Coaster up. And it's kind of nice, since only about three of my SG friends ever post in my journal.
This is somewhat long, boring and won't bother me if you decide to skip.
I think the only problem I will ever have if I get married or just move in with someone I'm in a relationship with, is that I like Judy-time way, way too much to sacrifice it. I spend so much time alone, and used to hate being by myself; I don't... Read More
You totally find some good stuff on your computer that you sometimes didn't even know you had, or that you even saved, when cleaning it out.
My friend Jay (who made a brief attempt at membership) and I were talking on AIM two years ago, when I was in the midst of a cold. I had said that I probably got sick because of... Read More
Tonight I had my first day of class; a creative writing one, at that. Is it bad that I thought it funny when the kid sitting next to me asked if paraphrasing is plagiarism?
The teacher's in the room, sitting at his desk and I want to ask him if he's a writer but feel weird doing it. The last of the students leave, and... Read More
Is the sun up there yet? It's 10 in the morning here. A nice, sunny, day. I'll be going out later to do a bit of grocery shopping. I need to buy bananas; they have lots of zinc which will be good for my ear. I think.
Is it odd that I'm typing this while sitting only a few feet away from you?