(And by "our" I mean "your" 'cause I ain't havin' any!) My generation has rebelled with tattoos and piercings and emo-rock and whatnot. What will Liz's, Emily's, or Lindsey's kids do? Wear suits and ties? Conform? BECOME MORMONS?! I'm sure they'll find something to annoy and outrage their parents, but it seems we haven't really left them much. ( ( Read more... )

Why do bad things happen in the morning? Why am I never woken up to "Lisa, come quick! There are unicorns everywhere and they're granting wishes ( Read more... )

It occurs to me to be strange, that there's one type of video game missing. A lot of tv shows and movies are about saving people's lives, or at least keeping them from being destroyed, whether from diabolical plots or diseases or other deadly things. But almost all video games are about destroying things and lives. Soldiers fighting and killing ( Read more... )

JoyJoy was her name ( Read more... )

For the past week or more, I've had Tori's songs in my head. I've discovered that I like the new album. I think it was the video images that turned me off of those songs before. Can't wait for the concert ( Read more... )

I finally got my platform from Troy! This is what I got ( Read more... )

Yes, my mood has improved. I don't want my parents to ever come home! :-p It's windy out today, but that's okay; I have indoor chores to do. I even washed the walls! (A bit.) And I'm thinking of painting the rail for the stairs. I wonder if I could manage that without getting paint all over the new carpets ( Read more... )

Last night, well early this morning for those in the western hemisphere, I had a revelation about my nature: The world rewards/praises/basically revolves around DOING, and I am a person of BEING. I don't want to DO, I want to BE, and maybe this is one reason why I feel so out of place and "ambitionless" in the world.

One thing about sleeping late, and probably when i don't really need to, is I have very vivid dreams. Today, there was something about fairies or somesuch, with possibly demons or witches, something like that anyway; Michael was telling me something, or I was reading something by Michael, but i haven't the slightest idea what it was now; I was on a ( Read more... )

Well, I heard from Emily, but not Troy or Liz. And apparently, Liz was in town, but didn't call or email. Texted Emily on Saturday night, Em said. Gee I feel the love. :-( Ane who knows when I'll hear from Troy again. Pestering makes me feel bad, but how else do you let someone know you're irked by their silence ( Read more... )