kelland

"This is the place where time reverses. And dead men talk to all the pretty nurses."



I will attempt to bang out an entry since I am in such a great mood to write. However, it is late and I should probably be getting ready for school tomorrow. I need to iron my clothes, shower, and just get my general shit together. But instead I'm sitting at the computer, topless as usual, listening to Elliott on the headphones. I need to go to the bathroom, but that would be wasting precious writing time. I already wasted approximately three minutes going upstairs to get my CD and then going back upstairs to get my CD player, which I stupidly forgot. I think I will have to give in and use the porcelain receptacle, though. That is something that really can't be put off.

I had an interesting weekend. I volunteered at the hospital front desk yesterday for three hours, and spent most of my time in the bathroom taking pictures (again). The hospital traffic is very weak in my community. Evidently people are too healthy here or something. So it's never very busy and I easily become both bored and restless. Eventually I found some kickass markers in the desk drawer and colored Fenchurch a picture I'm going to eventually get my ass around to sending. Just like I need to send burstandbloom his CD. THEN, my friends, I am going to take a break from sending mail. As I might've mentioned previously, I went on a music burning/exchanging rampage a few weeks ago. I had seven packages to mail when I was done making CDs, two of which went to Canada and two of which went to the UK, and I made the mistake of sending them all at once. I had to endure the pure HELL of the post office, my friends. And for that, you should be eternally grateful when you receive my mail.



So anyways. Back to those markers I found. I confiscated them. I figured that no one else had ever used them anyway, and they were getting lonely and sad sitting in that drawer all the time. With me, they won't have to suffer the tremendous and undesirable pain of neglect. I like to think that all things, living or nonliving, have feelings. Also. I tend to feel sorry for neglected leftover food that's sitting around someone's house. That is why I eat it. That is why I have an ass.

Everyone knows that coconuts are universally known enemies to pineapples. So one must be careful when bringing up one fruit in front of the other fruit. I had to find that out the hard way.

Yesterday I went to Tegan's house with Sara. We spent the evening eating ravioli and playing card games with Tegan's sister Jeri and Tegan's boyfriend Matt. It was the first time I met him, which makes me feel a tinge of sadness considering they've been together for quite awhile. He is a bit too conservative for my taste, which didn't come as a surprise considering conservatism is Tegan's life in a nutshell. But I forgave his shortcomings once I discovered he liked Radiohead. We had a nice evening. Sara and I slept-in until almost two this afternoon, which was a little awkward. I hate sleeping in late when I go to other people's houses. It reminds me of Greg's situation in Meet the Parents. "Looks like someone got a little visit from the hair fairy!"

You know that new toothpaste that's supposed to taste like vanilla and mint mixed together? Yeah. It doesn't taste at all like vanilla. Just regular ol' mint. So don't buy it thinking it's something new and exciting. It most definitely is not.

Go here if you like the color green. In other words, go here if you kick ass, like me, because all people who like green automatically kick ass.

My friend Jessica is sad right now. So, Jessica, if you're reading this right now (and the probability is great), this is for you: Oh, how I loveth thee. Thee Jessica is like thy beautiful donut glazed in a wondrous... glaze. Thy glaze is sugary and sweet, much like thy smile that spreads across my lovely lady's face whenever she feel gayeth in spirits. To thee, I give a bazillion hugs accompanied by some kisses of wet, because, you see, thy kisses of wet are giveneth with tender love and care. Oh, pizza once was thy love of my life, and I thought I knew all bliss until you walked in the door. Then I dropped thy pizza on thy pantalones, and went, "Shit, that's fucking hot!" Then I quickly replaced my anger with, "Why! What a glorious sight awaits my eyes, this exuberant young woman with colorful hairs uponeth her head and rings of silver through her lips." Thy bliss will be Jessica, and to thy heavens aboveth I scream, "Jessica, I LOVE YOU."

"Don't let me be carried away."

P.S. IT BOTHERS ME WHEN PEOPLE COME HERE AND LEAVE ME COMMENTS PERTAINING IN NO WAY TO MY ENTRY. DID YOU EVEN FUCKING READ IT?! I READ YOURS. I LEAVE YOU RELEVANT COMMENTS. IF YOU CAN'T DO THE SAME FOR ME THAN THAT'S RATHER SAD. TRUE FRIENDS READ OTHER FRIENDS' ENTRIES. AT LEAST READ ENOUGH TO LEAVE ONE RELATIVE COMMENT. THE END.