my evil roommate got a ticket today for $170. that makes me really happy, even though I know that makes me a bad person. still. funny as hell.

my smiling flesh shrinks back from even the nuance of your name
my fingers twitch, my lips they lie, my eyes betray the game

I've been feeling poetic lately. weird. eerie.

if it's possible to be more tired than this right now, I would be damned surprised.

I just met someone (or rather, someone I already knew just informed me) that her mom lived on the same block as John Wayne Gacy and had to walk past his house to get to kindergarten.

this has just made my day.

that, plus....

the greatest wesbsite I have ever made.

also, I made sixty bagels today.

why?

because I felt like it, that's whyalso ( Read more... )

baaaaaaaaaaaagels.

no, seriously.

you guys don't understand.

baaaaaaaaaaaaagels.

with gaaaaaaarlic. and oooooooonions. and aaaaaasiaaaago cheeeeeeeeeeeeeese. and pepper.

oh my god.

baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaagels.

new LJ buttons blow my mind.

I went to the library last night, got a really good book called Breath of Kings. only one problem. the author seems to have a weird fascination with human genitalia, but cannot refer to them as such, so keeps calling them people's "pee-pee places". spending an evening reading about one person putting their pee-pee ( Read more... )

I'm in a bad mood today and don't know why.

but the guy in my speech class who's been lusting after me ever since classes started really needs to get a clue. because I'm getting tired of being subtle.

I had an angsty poem, but.....eh.

I don't like to admit when things are wrong.

"costed" is not a word, no matter what my oblivious speech teacher may think.

I feel kind of antsy and I'm not sure it's entirely friday's fault.

and I have carved a pumpkin, then fixed said pumpkin because stupid pumpkin decided to break. stupid pumpkin needs a stupid name. like.....Albertstupid ( Read more... )

I am such a hooliganbut I really am done with everything that we're supposed to do today, half an hour after class started. how sad ( Read more... )

I don't know.
I really don't.
but the windowshade over there is crooked
and I'm beginning to think that Elizabeth Bathory is too trite to bear.

I can't even talk about it. which is probably bad.

(because I'm pretending it's not real, when it's actually too real to bear anymore)

so today I labored for four hours (which, for those interested, is how long class is), may have BROKEN A BONE IN MY HAND, and all I have to show for it are cinnamon things that look AND taste like I bought them for eighty-nine cents at taco bell ( Read more... )