reagan

Its freezing.
When it was in the 50s, my super was blasting our steam heat, but now that its 30 and snowing hes forgotten about us.
It just gives me an excuse to lay around with a down comforter, watching Hitchhikers Guide To the Galaxy, and drink my soy hot chocolate all day.

I moved my bed right by my window so that the sun can wake me up in the morning. It was really nice with the exception of this morning when the sun was hitting my face and cause me to have a nightmare involving my flesh boiling.

I think that im going to start spending all of my days at the Natural Museum of History. I never get sick of looking at tapeworks, 500 year old trees, lampreys, and dinosaur bones. Someday i may even fess up the 15 bucks to go into the planetarium. maybe i'll even find someone worth taking me...naw.
people are to painfully boring. myself included, but at last im used to my own stale humor.

With in the past month i have made a sad and pethedic discovery. My friends of the oppisite sex, with girlfriends, have pushed themselves out of my life completely because a girl has asked them to. They have become completely content with being dominated by a walking, sex driven, menstral cycle. im not talking about one or two people. More like 6 or 7 doods i used to consider friends. This snaps me back to reality when i begin to do my crazy talk of wanting to be in a relationship.
They're sick sad wastes of many hours of life that could be better spent with good friends or alone, for that matter.

random facts about Chloe St. Reagan:
+ when i was 10, in sleep away camp, i got scolded for never wearing underwear
+ i cant fall asleep when its to quiet, so i usualy listen to NPR radio when i go to sleep
+ i used to be a figure skater
+ ever since Con Air came out, i've have a thing for John Malcovich.
+ and for as long as i can remember, i've had a crush on Charlie Manson. Crazy manipulative guys are right up my alley, i guess
+ i've been to every american state, except for Hawaii
+ i cried during the last episode of Fresh Prince of Bell Air
+ i hateHATE when people touch me with wet hands, or when i bend over. hate.it.
+ when i'm really excited and have no one to express it to, i put on the Steel Wheels album, lip syncing the words and dancing like keith richards
+ i love football. not having basic cable is killing me, this year.

"Roses are red and violence is too"