I should really write something, shouldn't I ( Read more... )

My Dad says he saw a sign on the Charlotte's Florist window saying they were currently hiring a cashier. I kind of want to apply, I've been in there a couple times and it looks like a nice place. It's pretty small, so I might not have some of the problems that I had with Safeway. Also cashier sounds like a significantly less troublesome job than ( Read more... )

I named a phenomenon today. As you probably guessed from my title, it's "2.5 dimensional character." I tried explaining it to Mom, but she didn't quite get it. So I'm going to share it here ( Read more... )

Seriously, I just took a quiz for how masculine or feminine you are. It was based off of qualities somewhere between actual objective physical differences and stuff that's completely a social construct. In other words, qualities that do appear more commonly in one sex than the other, but are not a strict rule. It was meant for fun, but it was ( Read more... )

Friday ( Read more... )

I really want to reread my last post to see if it was funny, but I'm scared I'll find out that it isn't.

Specifically, that cliche where there are two friends, one of which is badly wounded, and the other one is dragging him to safety, and the wounded friend says, "leave me, save yourself." The friend of course refuses. Well, sometimes they get persuaded, but usually there's about four hours of, "no I won't," "yes you will," "no," "please," "never." ( Read more... )

I have long been unable to pick a favorite color. When I was really little, it was pink, but now that is gone, like my love of coconut and hatred of curry. Not only have I lost my favorite, but I can't pick new one. Is it blue? Well, I like turquoise, for example, but pastel baby blue is just boring. Is it green? Some greens are really pretty, but ( Read more... )

I've been having kind of this dead icky feeling for a while, and I've been trying to figure out what it is. I just did. I'm a piece of marble, and I'm being carved into this statue of an angel, and it's a real work of art, but the thing is, I was ordered special by this rich guy, and he really wanted me to be a chinese dragon ( Read more... )

Why must I sleep? It's such a waste of good writing time. I'm so sad.