do I need a subject?
okay. well, how to start this thing off with a bang? not sure, exactly. well, since I cannot think of anything to say, as nothing interesting is really happening, I'll post something from my freshman AOL journal...here you go, nonexistent readers:
"THIS IS ALEXIS' BLATANT ABUSE OF THE CAPS LOCK KEY!
this was in someone's livejournal so I copied and pasted it because I found it HI-larious...
"I'm one-sixteenth Eskimo, did you know that?"
"John, I'm breaking up with you."
"Look, obviously, Alice, you don't even know me. You know nothing about my heritage. Give this a chance! We could build igloos together, you could develop a taste for fish! There's so much you don't know about me, why can't you give us another chance?"
"Because you're a klepto, John."
"Maybe that's just a misunderstood facet of my cultural heritage. A deep misinterpretation of our culture of sharing and community. What's yours is mine right?"
"You stole underwear from your ex-girlfriend and gave it to me for my birthday. We're so over."
"It's because I'm one-sixteenth Eskimo, isn't it?"
"Parkas make me look fat."
"I really love you, you know."
"Goodnight."
Yes, well, Shelby is over here at the awesome present moment and we have gone abso-posi-friggin'-tive-lutely crazy/mad/those-words-mean-the-same-thing-to-me taking pictures of ourselves and eachother in all mah weirdo hats, scarves, outfits in general. I would post them all over the intranet but I do not think people would understand the artistic beauty of it all. For some unfathomable reason, this fragment just came into my head: "Moldy shorts." Do not ask why. I would be unable to answer you.
Supreme executive power derives from a mandate of the masses, not some farcical aquatic ceremony. ::time lapse:: Do you see him repressing me!?! Sorry, Monty Python moment. Man, I like him. I have absolutely no idea where that came from. Must go as I am sure Shelby and I can come up with something to do out of boredom. We have always managed this before, but as soon as we are done with the activity, we get immensely bored all over again. We once staged our very own protest on our street. Mind you, we only tried convincing one person and I got all sidetracked at the time because the woman had her hot son in the car next to her. Icky icky icky..."
I was very weird...not much has changed, actually.
"THIS IS ALEXIS' BLATANT ABUSE OF THE CAPS LOCK KEY!
this was in someone's livejournal so I copied and pasted it because I found it HI-larious...
"I'm one-sixteenth Eskimo, did you know that?"
"John, I'm breaking up with you."
"Look, obviously, Alice, you don't even know me. You know nothing about my heritage. Give this a chance! We could build igloos together, you could develop a taste for fish! There's so much you don't know about me, why can't you give us another chance?"
"Because you're a klepto, John."
"Maybe that's just a misunderstood facet of my cultural heritage. A deep misinterpretation of our culture of sharing and community. What's yours is mine right?"
"You stole underwear from your ex-girlfriend and gave it to me for my birthday. We're so over."
"It's because I'm one-sixteenth Eskimo, isn't it?"
"Parkas make me look fat."
"I really love you, you know."
"Goodnight."
Yes, well, Shelby is over here at the awesome present moment and we have gone abso-posi-friggin'-tive-lutely crazy/mad/those-words-mean-the-same-thing-to-me taking pictures of ourselves and eachother in all mah weirdo hats, scarves, outfits in general. I would post them all over the intranet but I do not think people would understand the artistic beauty of it all. For some unfathomable reason, this fragment just came into my head: "Moldy shorts." Do not ask why. I would be unable to answer you.
Supreme executive power derives from a mandate of the masses, not some farcical aquatic ceremony. ::time lapse:: Do you see him repressing me!?! Sorry, Monty Python moment. Man, I like him. I have absolutely no idea where that came from. Must go as I am sure Shelby and I can come up with something to do out of boredom. We have always managed this before, but as soon as we are done with the activity, we get immensely bored all over again. We once staged our very own protest on our street. Mind you, we only tried convincing one person and I got all sidetracked at the time because the woman had her hot son in the car next to her. Icky icky icky..."
I was very weird...not much has changed, actually.