wren

There is some asshole who drives up to the building across the street every morning and honks until whoever he is coming to pick up comes out the front door.

Today he drove up and honked about twelve or thirteen times! Over and over and over. I didn't get out of bed - and I barely even remember it - but my brother said he went to the balcony to shout down at him and some woman across the street was already outside, in her pajamas, shouting at him to knock it off.

We must meet this woman. Perhaps she can help us with the asshole next door who insists on blasting Godsmack at all hours of the day.

I am working on my paper and it's slow going. I have read so much about white supremacists I think I could throw up.

I finally watched all of my Halloween movies that I got off of Layaway. Hooray! I watched Stir of Echos last night. My brother was thoroughly pissed off when I put it in, but by the end he was sticking in jive comments and cackling right along with me, so I think secretly he enjoyed it. It's not what I would call a good movie by any stretch of the imagination, but parts of it are cool. And I will admit that somewhere deep inside myself, I enjoy Kevin Bacon. He looks crap in Stir of Echos.

I can't wait for Return of The King! I watched the trailer for the first time today. LOTR gets me all goosebumpy.

I got the rest of my birthday cards today ("the rest" means two, which takes my grand total up to four. What a ripoff.) and recieved fifteen bucks inside each. I plan to use this money for a celebration of school being over.

Also, on the eighteenth - the day after school is over - I have to go to my gyno for my surgery follow-up. What a wierd day that will be. A pelvic exam, Return of The King, and a steak dinner. And possibly sex, depending on what my doctor says.

That's not a bad celebration, actually.

So I think I have my new camera all figured out. I will begin experimenting with the timer soon and will probably take a self-portrait set for the SGH group.
devilducky has a SUPERB spot in his house to take a set. It is such a good, simplistic setup it almost makes me want to re-apply. But the practice sets come first. I have two planned.

I should stop talking about these naked pictures I plan on taking, because I'm going to build it up and build it up and then they're going to suck and everyone will be like "that's it? What a ripoff, ea. you suck.". And then I'll cry alone in a corner, and possibly touch myself, because that's what I do when I'm feeling confused or upset or tired or....well. It's just what I do.

Sorry this entry is so disjointed and lame. I'm tired and bored with this paper, and I've only written half of a single-spaced page. I have decided not to double space it until it's done. That way I only have six pages to write. So it'll take just as long, but it won't seem so bad.

Tomorrow, my take-home test. I will tackle these projects with gusto!

I want to play Harvest Moon, but I am denying myself until after I do my test.

Last night this conversation happened:

Me: I've been trying to work on this paper, but every time I sit down....
My brother: "I end up on Suicidegirls!"
Me: Shut up.

This website is taking over my life. The other night I had a dream that I met HORUS73, hung out with moniker42, and then bumped into userlame. I don't know why I'm only dreaming about the men, because it's not really sexual or anything.

My brother and I have been talking about starting our own porno sites. SEPERATE ONES, we are not perverted lunatics. His would be hardcore, mine would be softcore. And as soon as our mother found out, we would have to shut them down. But for a while we would be bastions of the Madison, WI porn industry, right out of this crappy apartment, and no one would know the wiser.

So many dreams, so few good dreams.