kelland

I haven't been in school since my last journal. Ice encounters of the third kind. My sister and I were horrified to find half of the neighbor's tree crushing the metal fence in our back yard, inches away from hitting the house. The crash sounded something like a motor vehicle accident. We've been telling those extreme Methodist bastards for years to trim their fucking tree, because, you see, it is rather large and overlaps into our back yard. It has always been an accident waiting to happen. And the ice was so heavy Wednesday night that many limbs gave way, crashing here and there and everywhere. So our back yard was in ruins, and we were unable to exit the house using that door. Our dog, frightened and probably shocked that she wasn't killed, ran away. We couldn't find her and gave up. Luckily we got her back the next morning. The tree was removed from property. The fence is going to be repaired sometime, I guess. For now it sort of looks like a tornado swept through here.

It has been surreal, I suppose, not having to go to school, but I was too fucking weirded out by the events of Wednesday night to care. I spent Thursday slumming around the house miserably. Yesterday I finally stepped out into the wild outdoors to go out of town with my sister to pick up her new glasses. Then last night I drove around for awhile... kind of felt the need to turn around all of a sudden as I was eerily heading into the dark abyss of the countryside. I made a u-turn and nearly drove the car into the ditch. But it was dark and I was somewhere else at the time, so you'll have to forgive me, Dear Mr. Taurus.

Shannon and I watched Garden State last night. That is such a fucking great movie.

You know what fucking PISSES ME OFF?! People who place the word "the" infront of the name of one of my favorite bands -- Pixies. It's not THE PIXIES. It's just Pixies. I've probably made that mistake somewhere along the line as well, so I'll forgive you if you do, but it still pisses me off nevertheless.

I have to go out and buy a shitload of CDRs to compensate for the response I received to my last journal. You burn me CDs and I only feel right burning some for you. Plus, being the charitable sweetheart that I am, I decided to aid in the replenishment of PommyJeff's lost music supply... and that will account for a LOT of blank CDs. Please note that it may take awhile to receive material mail from me. It costs money to send packages in the mail and I am not exactly secure in the finances department.

Today, whilst volunteering my time at the local hospital, I began reading Lolita. I haven't read a book in forever, so my comprehension skills and reading speed are not exactly up to par. But. I will say... I don't really think that Humbert is a pervert. I've always fantasized about relationships out of my age range. And so, I guess I'm just as much of a pervert as he is. There. My two cents. Now you can hate me and take me off your friends list for being such a weirdo.

Got my copy of the SuicideGirls book yesterday. Don't get me wrong -- I love it -- but I'm kind of disappointed in the photograph choices. There are like five pictures each of the same group of girls... then maybe one of someone else (*cough* Lucille *cough*) and it seems a bit unbalanced and maybe, dare I say, unfair. Oh well. That's just me.

But if you want something back... all the things that got cracked when I felt like you lied to me. And all the million mistakes, and the kicks in the face, but I don't want you to die in me. - Mirah. Thanks billyboy.