i guess there have been some things that i haven't posted on the internet via lj yet. um. house with boys, including brian. doggie pup named yoshimi. boring lull of dull life since. good holidays. birthday next month. yay. but the most important news of late (because it happened today): brian and i stopped by safeway for beers, and there was this ( Read more... )

i'm rather fond of my new journal background and icon. i decided against switching to a new, top-secret livejournal, and just making everything that i write on here be friends-only or "custom", in some cases. but i will still use the new journal that i made, those of you who i added (and those of you who i will add) but it will probably be queer ( Read more... )

My day was filled with familiar scents. For some reason, the Humane Society smelled like camp to me (although I'm pretty sure it was just the disinfectants in the air that reminded me of washing dishes in the kitchen of the mess hall.) And the insurance company's building smelled like photography class. I can't explain that one ( Read more... )

So, apparently during when Mom and I drove to Oroville to pick up Droid, my brother had been playing on photoshop, and this is what I was welcomed with upon returning home:


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So I sleep all day because I feel sick as a dog. I woke up, after having a long intricate dream that Sadaam Hussein was my great uncle or something and we had to keep him locked in this, like, shed thing in a The Sims-like house that I lived in, I look at my pillow and there's blood all over it. So I just figure my ear bled a little bit (because it ( Read more... )

I've had a dream about him every night ( Read more... )

So this morning/last night, I came up with the idea of dying my hair bright red. So, I woke mom up at 7, and asked her to take me to the grocery store to buy hair dye.

Here I am, a few days ago, my brown hair neatly hidden beneath my hat:

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personally, my ideal suicide would be sleeping in the snow.

The events of each day are beginning to blur. I do not exaggerate when I say that my hours of life consist of my bed, this chair, computer games, the occasional food, the phone crushing my ear, the shower, sometimes stopping by Sara's and completely transforming into a lazy, smoking vegetable -but in no particular order. I do not venture further ( Read more... )

this will be a very depressing month.