I am officially going to Biennial in Houston. it's less than a month until the next nfty event and i just got home from one 5 hours ago. soooo goooood.

i love the "just switched shampoo" feeling. it's so nice. and clean.

i will do it here since this is my journal now, even though i took it from xangas ( Read more... )

my dad left a message on my phone today that had part of Hollaback Girl recorded and then him asking me to call. i cracked up.

life is gettin' good. pita and peanut butter have re-entered the pantry. the alltime best snack ever.

first night of confirmation, not too bad, although tonights pizza was a little greasier/nastier tasting than usual. i like our rabbi, he's a pretty cool guy and i enjoy listening to what he has to say ( Read more... )

i forgot the addiction of updating.

i really feel out of the whole "being a teenager" thing. but i like that. at least i can remember what i did on friday/saturday night, where i slept, conversations i had, etc. i kind of like that. a lot. plus, no crazy embarassing photos. everything has an upside. almost.

i think perhaps i'll start updating again. at the end of some time period of my life ill wonder what happened , and with my horrible memory, written word might be best.

i woke up this morning on time. i had a text from louise that told me ( Read more... )

no ipod either. the technological world is just against me.

apple will be getting an upset, if not outraged phone call from me. 2 ipods, 4 months, whats wrong with this picture?

cell phone left on train.

what to do without text messaging?

already time seems empty without it.