Well. I'm pretty much just going to accept the fact that this paper is not going to be finished (or started) tonight.

I'm pretty frustrated for telling myself that I wasn't going to procrastinate this time.

Right now I am torturing my little brother online, and it is totally sweet. We got a why-fy?...y-fi?...y-fy? and put the old computer in his room. The best part about putting a computer in Danny's room is that once I convince my sister to help me buy him a mini fridge I know that I'll probably never see him again, because he definitely does not ( Read more... )

Awake. At Mia's. So sick of this lj drama crap that I almost convinced myself that it'd be a good idea to post my password and see what might happen if someone had that little of a life and took the time to be an idiot. Was that a run-on sentence ( Read more... )

So...if ash is carbon
and coal is carbon
and diamonds are coal
does that mean that all of the diamonds we wear could be like...the ashes of dinosaurs or cave men or something?

I know I'm certainly going to think about THAT the next time I put on that diamond necklace that I don't own.

I so have the urge to list everything that I got. This was...the best...Christmas I've ever had. Bonnie and my dad gave me a bathrobe (bathrob?) (!!!) and amazing underwear ( Read more... )

So I'm waiting around for my neighbor to come over and take one of the "family portrait" things. I've never had one of these done, but I know they've always sounded/looked really really lame. My dog will be in it though, equipped with musical blinking reindeer antlers.

Shit's gay as helllllll.

After calculating my savings over and over again. Using expansive formulas and all that...

I've concluded that the only way I'm going to be able to afford Christmas AND Germany is by selling my body. SO if you're interested...I'm medium built...underage...and if you look at me from the right angle, I can pass for a lesbian.

I hate going to sleep with 5 friends in my house and then waking up with none. Not that it happens frequently, but last night...yes ( Read more... )

Why does one's mother feel the need to buy 174 ounces of Goldfish?

I've been thinking about it for a while.

Well "friends"

Feel free to turn people on me whenever the hell you want.