with their tanks and their bombs and their bombs and their guns
Bleh. I'm waiting for someone to come online and talk to me, but no one's on so... I'll just sit here and wait. There are a lot of things I should probably be doing, but I can't really bring myself to care all that much right now. Yay for apathy!
I can't find Donnie Darko because I cleaned my room for once in my life and now I can't find anything. (I put a bookcase together by myself, though, which is pretty cool considering instruction manuals sort of hate me and I definitely return the sentiments.) Anyway, I'm going to look for him on Sunday when I go back to Mom's. Until then, I guess he'll just be stuck in the vortex beneath my bed. I hope that's where he is, in any case.
Ummm... I made an oekaki of a bunny. It's pretty messed up:
But, you know, it's kinda amusing, which is all that matters. I totally miss oekaki. Ever since I've had my tablet, I haven't really been doing any. Which is almost a year now, I think.
My dad is a freak. He wrote a song about getting high on the Mexican border. It has lots of cowbell. It's not good when your dad is cooler than you are. That's just messed up.
I'm tired of needing external validation! What the hell is wrong with me, damnit?! (See. I just did it again. Oh, I am so good. I'm also typing really strangely. This is not like me at all. Hum.)
Cassie made me want to write naughty limericks today, but I couldn't think of anything and I still can't. I want to go to bed, but I want to talk to someone more than I want to sleep. I hate being lonely. Being alone on my own terms is one thing, but being lonely just kind of sucks. Yes, the whole world pretty much revolves around me k thanks.
I like how I can just ramble about nothing and pass it off as something interesting. And knowing you losers, you'll probably read it and comment too. Which is really worrisome. I hope you have better things to do than read my wittering...
Oh, new favorite word: toboggan. It's like tobacco minus cancer plus snow. Yay!
Talk to me. Yes, this is a shameless plea. Get it while it's hot... or something.
I can't find Donnie Darko because I cleaned my room for once in my life and now I can't find anything. (I put a bookcase together by myself, though, which is pretty cool considering instruction manuals sort of hate me and I definitely return the sentiments.) Anyway, I'm going to look for him on Sunday when I go back to Mom's. Until then, I guess he'll just be stuck in the vortex beneath my bed. I hope that's where he is, in any case.
Ummm... I made an oekaki of a bunny. It's pretty messed up:
But, you know, it's kinda amusing, which is all that matters. I totally miss oekaki. Ever since I've had my tablet, I haven't really been doing any. Which is almost a year now, I think.
My dad is a freak. He wrote a song about getting high on the Mexican border. It has lots of cowbell. It's not good when your dad is cooler than you are. That's just messed up.
I'm tired of needing external validation! What the hell is wrong with me, damnit?! (See. I just did it again. Oh, I am so good. I'm also typing really strangely. This is not like me at all. Hum.)
Cassie made me want to write naughty limericks today, but I couldn't think of anything and I still can't. I want to go to bed, but I want to talk to someone more than I want to sleep. I hate being lonely. Being alone on my own terms is one thing, but being lonely just kind of sucks. Yes, the whole world pretty much revolves around me k thanks.
I like how I can just ramble about nothing and pass it off as something interesting. And knowing you losers, you'll probably read it and comment too. Which is really worrisome. I hope you have better things to do than read my wittering...
Oh, new favorite word: toboggan. It's like tobacco minus cancer plus snow. Yay!
Talk to me. Yes, this is a shameless plea. Get it while it's hot... or something.