Demevon: i just realized
Demevon: crocs replaced birkenstocks in the yuppie fashion code.

It's impossible for me to believe that I have to go to school tomorrow.  I'm convinced that some strange event is going to occur between now and tomorrow morning that will prevent me from attending class.  I'm positive.  Positive.

I've learned a lot about people tonight.

My past few days have been a blur of treasure-hunting, garbage-picking, hair-washing, and various other hyphenated-words.  I'm oddly excited to start school because the change of pace will be nice.  I'm fed-up with everyone.  Nearly everyone.

Oh livejournal, with all your wisdom, talk to me.  

Pale Fire is the most frustrating book I've ever read. 

They gave me too much novocaine while they were pulling my teeth so I screamed and then they gave me more but it was too much.  My face is still numb and swollen and bleeding and I can't swallow.  I'm looking forward to these things and only these things ( Read more... )

Tonight Kyle and I are supposed to watch horror movies with Michelle and Paul.  Kyle is excited, "They could be our new movie-buddies" but I don't want to tell him no, I don't want to have movie-buddies, I am awkward and uncomfortable around too many people at once.
The good news is that no one has called us back yet so maybe we can just watch ( Read more... )

I'm very good at flying kites. 
Kyle is not.

I've been playing freerice for 2.5 hours and still nothing.
 

Kyle and I made a castle in my basement today and then he went to band practice.
I haven't washed my hair in days but for some reason I feel pretty.

I don't know what I'm going to do to-night.  I don't want to do much of anything these days besides strip wallpaper and think about washing my hair

I think I'll use this again.  Sometimes.  Maybe.