I am...sooo bored. But I have this urge to write that's undeniable. Only problem? I don't know what to write about. I suppose I could rant about society and life and my family and such, but that requires too much thinking. Thinking isn't something I do at 2:30 AM after getting...not much sleep lately, and being stuck at home for two days. Even ( Read more... )

My little brother is in a band. *Twitch* A band consisting of three members, all guitarists. *twitch twitch* A band that has never gotten together and practiced. *twitch twitch twitch* A band affiliated with TC Goss. *TWITCH* A band that has described their lead singer as having a "hardcore Johnathan Davis voice ( Read more... )

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German Couple Too Stupid To Realize That Sex = Babies"A German couple who went to a fertility clinic after eight years of marriage have found out why they are still childless - they weren't having sex ( Read more... )

And another note:

If this whole business about reinstating the draft is true, I'm going to cry. Seriously. That's fucking SCARY. I'm running to Canada.

I fucking hate George Bush. Fucking hatehatehatehatehate him. Almost as much as I hate dead puppies.

I just turned off my new Korn CD and am now listening to the Backstreet Boys music samples at Amazon.com. And you know what? I'm quite content.

And yes, I still know ALL the words.

As she drives alone
Hands guiding the only thing she really owns
Down a one-way bridge
Her mind abandons the road in front of her..
School, work, grades..
pay attention to the road...Friends, family, boys ( Read more... )

I watched Bring It On yesterday, and realized that What's the Dillio is played at the very beginning. I was excited; even made a little "eeee" noise. After that I fell asleep at like midnight and didn't get out of bed until five oclock this afternoon. I was awake, mind you, I just laid in bed for a few hours so I wouldn't have to deal with my ( Read more... )

Today was...weird. Like, sometimes I really wanted to curl into a ball and cry, and other times (conveniently after school) I was just like, "EEEEEEEEEEEEE!" No, I'm not PMS-ing, that was last week ( Read more... )

Sooooo, we went to Ricky's house today in the middle of a storm. It was great, I finally got to walk up to someone and say "I'm all wet, can I come in?" Well, this guy was sleeping inside the house, so we just hung out in Ricky's truck for a while, which was all fine and dandy until Uncle Allen drives up, when Michelle and I have to leave in a mad ( Read more... )