Well yesterday was cool, I guess. I had to open at work, but ( Read more... )

My nose is running like mad. I need to go catch it ( Read more... )

GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT GUESS WHAT ( Read more... )

yeah, school started. Lots of fun or something. Frankly I don't see what all the fuss is about. Anyway. I'm happy, I get out before noon. Hah to all you suckers that go to normal schools. Anyway. I've got English with Welch-Stamos, Economics with Elliot, and Psychology with Warkentin. Psychology will be interesting. Yesterday after school I went to ( Read more... )

Mom wants to send me to Brat Camp. She also still thinks I'm a lesbian. Apparently she hasn't met Ari. She also still thinks I'm a satanist witch, but I think she's dropped the drug issue. Maybe. Maybe not considering the brat camp thing. Dad assured her lesbianism was not a problem and put his foot down about hiring someone to forceably take me ( Read more... )

Spent most of the morning crying, Now I intend to go rent Hercules with Ari and watch that. Maybe I'll cheer up a bit, but I'm driving myself crazy here. I'm not sure I really want to go out today. I don't want to deal with people in general, and I don't want to be with Ari simply because I want to bleed, and I don't want to hurt him. I'm going ( Read more... )

Nobody reads this anymore. Nobody pays any attention to livejournal at all anymore, it's so empty ( Read more... )

What keeps us, Americans (I specify Americans becuase too much organization would have to go into an international effort) from setting up a relief network for domestic refugeesin times of disaster or otherwise? If people were willing to open their homes to strangers in need, in times of disaster, such a network would eliminate, or at least ease ( Read more... )

I'm finding the need here to post what other people have expressed ( Read more... )

Loreena McKennitt has done a wonderful version of this poem as a song, and as I've had the song stuck in my head the past few days, I thought I'd look up the entire poem by Tennyson.

The Lady of Shalott.

On either side the river lie
Long fields of barley and of rye,
That clothe the world and meet the sky;
And thro' the field the road runs ( Read more... )