sgt pepper's one and only lonely hearts club band
An Army of One.
Looking back on my journal from a year ago [researching purposes, i.e., 'what were my initial reactions to OotP?'] I realize my life was much busier and fun-filled.
Living as a California girl installs this innate need for sun and sand and water. I have gone to the beach once this year. In March. This needs to be remedied.
Actually, I just need friends. Other than Isa.
Signing up for the fall semester is hard, yo. Mondays, I might not eat lunch! Gasp! Unless I just eat at 11:00 AM and not again until 3:15. I am amused that my scheduling is based on my eating habits. Appetite of a sumo, stomach size of a bird. Metabolism of...a very strange animal. I think I've acquired Sally Harper's fear of my own expanding ass. Whilst my chicken arms maintain their diameter of a small water bottle. And the deadline is tomorrow. For early reg, that is.
In this way Ms. K will travel the world!
Life right now is like waiting in line. Counting down to midnight, or rather August 29, when cometh freedom! And an entire new life.
But tomorrow the Seattle cousins come to the House of Mac [and their last names are actually McCarthy, imagine that!], soon after the Canadian cousins, and soon after that the Connecticut cousins. My life will be a whirlwind of cousins, the oldest of whom is a sixteen-year-old boy. With a psychobilly band. A Canadian psychobilly band.
I have a question. If a group of friends with whom you've had a relationship with for four years slowly but surely just STOP calling you, and you don't confront them about it, does that make you a weak person?
If you aren't getting any pleasure out of the friendship, and obviously they don't care about it anymore, does calling up one of them for a BIG TALK make any sense? Or is it just a waste of time?
Or should you make amends so to invite them to celebrate your birthday in a month-and-a-half so you can get lots of presents?
Everyone must read Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions.
I find it funny that RealPlayer classifies Revolver as General Pop yet Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is General Rock.
Right now I'm deliberating whether to reply to the mass of comments in my Inbox anytime soon. Will anyone actually receive them, or is LJ still fighting the battle of good and evil?
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes must have had lots of vision problems.
I wish people who downloaded music from my last post had commented. It's just polite, you know. And when the only person who comments is Kelsey, who already knew about all but two of the tracks, my faith in humanity falls down a pit.
[/emo boy]
Looking back on my journal from a year ago [researching purposes, i.e., 'what were my initial reactions to OotP?'] I realize my life was much busier and fun-filled.
Living as a California girl installs this innate need for sun and sand and water. I have gone to the beach once this year. In March. This needs to be remedied.
Actually, I just need friends. Other than Isa.
Signing up for the fall semester is hard, yo. Mondays, I might not eat lunch! Gasp! Unless I just eat at 11:00 AM and not again until 3:15. I am amused that my scheduling is based on my eating habits. Appetite of a sumo, stomach size of a bird. Metabolism of...a very strange animal. I think I've acquired Sally Harper's fear of my own expanding ass. Whilst my chicken arms maintain their diameter of a small water bottle. And the deadline is tomorrow. For early reg, that is.
In this way Ms. K will travel the world!
Life right now is like waiting in line. Counting down to midnight, or rather August 29, when cometh freedom! And an entire new life.
But tomorrow the Seattle cousins come to the House of Mac [and their last names are actually McCarthy, imagine that!], soon after the Canadian cousins, and soon after that the Connecticut cousins. My life will be a whirlwind of cousins, the oldest of whom is a sixteen-year-old boy. With a psychobilly band. A Canadian psychobilly band.
I have a question. If a group of friends with whom you've had a relationship with for four years slowly but surely just STOP calling you, and you don't confront them about it, does that make you a weak person?
If you aren't getting any pleasure out of the friendship, and obviously they don't care about it anymore, does calling up one of them for a BIG TALK make any sense? Or is it just a waste of time?
Or should you make amends so to invite them to celebrate your birthday in a month-and-a-half so you can get lots of presents?
Everyone must read Kurt Vonnegut's Breakfast of Champions.
I find it funny that RealPlayer classifies Revolver as General Pop yet Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is General Rock.
Right now I'm deliberating whether to reply to the mass of comments in my Inbox anytime soon. Will anyone actually receive them, or is LJ still fighting the battle of good and evil?
The girl with kaleidoscope eyes must have had lots of vision problems.
I wish people who downloaded music from my last post had commented. It's just polite, you know. And when the only person who comments is Kelsey, who already knew about all but two of the tracks, my faith in humanity falls down a pit.
[/emo boy]