First and foremost, A VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE FANTASTIC ponymeat ! YOU GET A PRESENT!

( HAVE A PRESENT! )

I really should get on here more often. I haven't gotten back into the habit yet, so when I do get on, I go to my friends' page and KABOOM! Seventy billion, thirty million, two hundred twenty-eight thousand, nine hundred and sixty-one entries for me to read. You all write too much. ;)

I'm so glad it's the weekend. WHO ELSE GETS MONDAY OFF? *grins* I ( Read more... )

I know you guys must all think I've run off and abandoned you, but I haven't. Really. At least not purposely. The damn internet STILL isn't fixed, even though my mom keeps promising (apparently things like scrapbooking horrible old photos of my cousins are more important, especially since SHE has internet at her job, as does my dad, and I'm the ( Read more... )

I'm sorry for not being active on here, guys. My internet is really bad. Something's wrong with the bandwidth and it takes any heavy website (LJ, MySpace, Yahoo, etc. - in other words, my lifelines) ten minutes to load, and sometimes not at all. :P They're trying to fix it, and I'm running a defrag on my computer to see if that'll help any...bleah.

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An extraordinary announcement: HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO THE MARVELOUS  petitdanse AND LOVELY 
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My cousin visited today. I hate it when she's here. She always manages to make me feel like shit. Of course my parents fawn over her. My mom especially. They love her to death, because she's fucking perfect: She's got a condo in Orlando, has a business and Spanish degree from MSU, already makes six figures even though she's only five years out of ( Read more... )

Meme stolen from the marvelous
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I've been listening to a lot of moody cello music lately. Apocalyptica, Judgement Day, Joanna Newsom (even though she uses a harp), and Maroon, mostly. I now feel very melodramatic and, well, moody. Melancholy.

I'm going up to Frankenmuth tomorrow with my mom, and oddly, I don't mind. We have to pick up some stuff from some wool-processing lady up ( Read more... )

I have to get up at six thirty tomorrow. Ick. My dad and I have to drive over half the state to do some errands that, apparently, cannot be conducted in one of the cities that are only half an hour away. But first we have to leave at seven thirty so he can get a haircut. I don't even know why he's dragging me along. Maybe he's trying to goad me ( Read more... )

One very important thing: HAPPY BIRTHDAY, instantchaos ! YOU GET A PRESENT!

( Take a present! )