"my dad speaks spanish...to dogs sometimes."
oh my stars.my cousin is a hoot. six years old,has no idea how funny the things she says are.
so i am sitting here waiting for Lauren to call me back so we can hang out because she rocks my socks right off.and so i can FINALLY see Napoleon Dynamite. i hope it is good,she says it's hilarious,i trust her.
so it's 2005 now.eeeeek. graduating this year. leaving home. college. im excited,but also quite scared.
last night i kept having super scary dreams,and spent about 2-3 hours staring at my ceiling. i dreamt an entire SVU episode in my head,i should write it down and send it and get paid. yeah that's right, not i dreamt an entire episode i've seen.i dreamt a completely new episode. scary stuff. and then i had a dream that this kid i know punched me...at a church picnic and gave me a very nice shiner. it was not fun. so now i have officially slept in twice this break. not too bad.
i love my journal right now. not that i didnt love it before,but i felt it was time for a change.and come on, JOHN CUSACK is the HOTNESS.hah. so maybe he's my parents age,but i still adore him and i think he is brilliant. im such a freak.
lauren really needs to call me back.im getting rather scared.
all right adios galapagos.