luckily, people who used to read this blog don't read it anymore because i stopped writing for a long, long time.  i wish i hadn't, but i've had my creativity drained.  interesting things kept happening to me--i was so busy with them that i forgot to document them, which is a true shame, because nothing else is worth our time.  anywhom...i'm ( Read more... )

lol. About that last entry. Perhaps I spoke too soon.

Honestly, I don't understand the male species. I dont understand how they can do that to themselves without projectile vomiting all over their home.

I've had pretty constant butterflies of late. My mouth is dry and my stomach growls all the time ( Read more... )

Gifts received ( Read more... )

I have been chewing the same gum for about 7 hours now. And it takes an impromptu blogging session to understand how nasty that is. Point is, kids...I think the LJ needs to make a comeback. MySpace blogs of late make me feel like a big phony, a big pity whore. I made my livejournal for myself, personal history. MySpace is really just a ( Read more... )

What a lame summer. What with the working and the empty relationships and the cellulite and the cat vom. We are going to Canada again in about 8 days. It will be August 1st. And that day will encite much woe. Save for the fact that I will be going to Canada. And V for Vendetta is coming out on DVD at long last on that particular day. So uh ( Read more... )

I went shopping. And I guess I liked because the greater part of my graduation money is exhausted. Vanity. That store will be the death of me ( Read more... )

Went to school. Watched yet another Paul Newman movie. Fell in love with Paul Newman all over again. Had my final sausage bagel. Had lunch with Emily. Became frustrated with my inability to speak my mind on the spot. Went to choir. Wanted Sterling to sign my yearbook. Retreated quickly because she wasn’t shy to tell me that she wasn’t in ( Read more... )

I gotted an 4G iPod. It is my soul mate ( Read more... )

Well. My best friend turned 18 this week. And I never wished her a happy birthday. So I figured one was in order. I called her this evening for some friendly chit-chat, but no such luck. No, it has been fated that every phone call Emily and I share can not be of normal caliber; either we're jacked up on some whimsical prospect of wuv, or she ( Read more... )