"whispered words of wisdom, let it be..."
most of my entry titles seem to be beatles' song lyrics as of late. and two updates in the span of TWO DAYS? madness. pure, unadulterated, concentrated MADNESS!!
i don't even really have anything useful to say, except, you know, my normal little anecdotes and pearls of wisdomy goodness. i am still stoked for summer. i still haven't puked again, and i think the sickness has left me! huzzah!!! i ate a whole meal today!!!! it was amazing!!!!!! so many exclamation points!!!!!!!!!
anyhoo, i'm feeling quite a lot bit better though i feel as if i have narcolepsy because i want to sleep aaaaaall the time. like right now, for instance, which is part of the reason why i am updating so i don't take another 4 hour nap. i COULD study for spanish, but i fear that wouldn't help me with my tiredness situation.
i was stupid yesterday and bought two rings with my nonexistent funds. but they're prettyyyyy and they make me feel all bohemian and artistic. and i wore my beatles shirt today which contributed to such feelings. anyways, it was only $15, but i need to not spend ANY MORE MONEY until i go to france.
ah, le france. kirsten and i started planning for the affair and the excitement... oh, how it grows. i am totally going to napoleon's tomb. bwahaha. i'm fairly sure the french are actually going to beat my ass down beacuase i am borderline retarded at their impossible language. luckily, kirsten has taught me even more phrases, so maybe i won't die!
phrases i now know in french:
"where is paris?"
"where is the library?"
"i am canadian."
"I am from toronto."
"where is my breakfast?"
"i do not speak french."
"do you speak english?"
"i am the prince of darkness."
"i will eat your soul."
"i am a french revolutionary!"
"i love to dance the hokey pokie."
"what are you doing??"
"help me because i am a monkey!"
"shit!"
... ok, so maybe i am going to die. no matter. maybe they'll think i'm funny? or possibly just a raging jackass. i fear it will most likely be the latter. i can't help it that their language cannot be pronounced. i mean, how many fucking letters do they need? it hurts my brain. i have to have everything spelled out for me phonetically.
in other news, anna, mel and i are going to the beach and i am so excited i just might pee my pants. fo' realz.
COOL SHIT THAT I AM DOING THIS SUMMER:
~le france
~seeing spamalot with my soulmate
~possibly raping conan? (that may happen over my next winter break)
~the beach with anna and mel
~beach with the fam
~going to richmond to visit kirrrrsten with amanda (hopefully no massive car wrecks will result from this journey)
~just BEING HOME
KIND OF LAME SHIT I HAVE TO DO:
~work (yay for enclosed spaces with artificial lighting and A/C making it feel like it is the fucking arctic!)
~driving in the van (could be awesome! if we ignore the fact that the A/C is broken... and it makes a high-pitched squealing noise... and the speakers don't really work... and the radio is kinda fucked up... hmm...)
~the branson, MO family reunion for the fultons (could be alright... chillaxing with my g-rents will be fun except the rest will probably blow majorly)
but, looking at these lists, the good outweighs the bad, thus making the summer LE AWESOME!!!
i need to stop putting "le" before everything... except it seriously makes me giggle every time i do it. am i easily amused? perhaps. or am i just too funny that even i have to laugh at myself? you be the judge.
... only don't tell me the truth. my delusions are all that stands between me and madness. MADNESS.
i just like writing "madness." doesn't help that i'm listening to magical mystery tour and have food in my system for the first time in a week. paul mccartney makes me ridiculously happy.
they all do, actually. the members of the beatles, that is. i think i may just have to travel back to the 70's when all of the beatles were still alive, monty python was in their hayday, queen was around, as was led zeppelin, pink floyd, t-rex... ah, le sigh. i would wish to be alive during the 60's because i think overall 60's culture was more interesting (yay civil rights work!) and then i could have seen the beatles live and together, but let's face it... once their music got the best, they stopped really touring all that much. except i would have killed to be alive during their rooftop concert. and be in england. oh well.
i was so born in the wrong decade. what the fuck?
well, the movies sucked back then for the most part anyways. so did tv. so uh... yay for being a generation x-er! am i part of generation x? or am i a part of some new fan-dangled generation that hasn't been dubbed as anything yet?
i just looked up what our generation is on wikipedia, and let me just say the terms are officially LAME. generation y? the google generation? The Net Generation? Millennials? Echo Boomers? stupid. x is a much cooler letter than y. and all the rest of those terms are too obvious. except for millennials. i almost like that one.
here's the article in case you're interesting in seeing what the world will remember our generation as... it's kind of depressing:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generation_Y
i wish i was old so i had a reason to bitch about kids these days. i suppose, technically, i'm not a kid anymore, but i mostly want to bitch about people my age... which makes me sound obnoxious and negative. i'm more just annoyed. can you be just generally annoyed without people thinking that you're a negative person? my anger is what keeps me upbeat. i could just be depressed.
weeeell, it would seem that i effectively wrote a very long passage about next-to nothing! yessss.
i swear, i can't not write long entries. it's like the french protecting their belgium borders... it just isn't done!! oh ho ho, politicial/historical jibes. how you amuse me. heck yes to humor relating to french ineptitude during the second world war. and first, technically, but to be fair the germans hadn't pulled that trick on them before at that time.
ah, the nerdiness reigns supreme.
ok, i'm going to go aaaand... study? or watch boy meets world? hmm. quite the choice.
i don't even really have anything useful to say, except, you know, my normal little anecdotes and pearls of wisdomy goodness. i am still stoked for summer. i still haven't puked again, and i think the sickness has left me! huzzah!!! i ate a whole meal today!!!! it was amazing!!!!!! so many exclamation points!!!!!!!!!
anyhoo, i'm feeling quite a lot bit better though i feel as if i have narcolepsy because i want to sleep aaaaaall the time. like right now, for instance, which is part of the reason why i am updating so i don't take another 4 hour nap. i COULD study for spanish, but i fear that wouldn't help me with my tiredness situation.
i was stupid yesterday and bought two rings with my nonexistent funds. but they're prettyyyyy and they make me feel all bohemian and artistic. and i wore my beatles shirt today which contributed to such feelings. anyways, it was only $15, but i need to not spend ANY MORE MONEY until i go to france.
ah, le france. kirsten and i started planning for the affair and the excitement... oh, how it grows. i am totally going to napoleon's tomb. bwahaha. i'm fairly sure the french are actually going to beat my ass down beacuase i am borderline retarded at their impossible language. luckily, kirsten has taught me even more phrases, so maybe i won't die!
phrases i now know in french:
"where is paris?"
"where is the library?"
"i am canadian."
"I am from toronto."
"where is my breakfast?"
"i do not speak french."
"do you speak english?"
"i am the prince of darkness."
"i will eat your soul."
"i am a french revolutionary!"
"i love to dance the hokey pokie."
"what are you doing??"
"help me because i am a monkey!"
"shit!"
... ok, so maybe i am going to die. no matter. maybe they'll think i'm funny? or possibly just a raging jackass. i fear it will most likely be the latter. i can't help it that their language cannot be pronounced. i mean, how many fucking letters do they need? it hurts my brain. i have to have everything spelled out for me phonetically.
in other news, anna, mel and i are going to the beach and i am so excited i just might pee my pants. fo' realz.
COOL SHIT THAT I AM DOING THIS SUMMER:
~le france
~seeing spamalot with my soulmate
~possibly raping conan? (that may happen over my next winter break)
~the beach with anna and mel
~beach with the fam
~going to richmond to visit kirrrrsten with amanda (hopefully no massive car wrecks will result from this journey)
~just BEING HOME
KIND OF LAME SHIT I HAVE TO DO:
~work (yay for enclosed spaces with artificial lighting and A/C making it feel like it is the fucking arctic!)
~driving in the van (could be awesome! if we ignore the fact that the A/C is broken... and it makes a high-pitched squealing noise... and the speakers don't really work... and the radio is kinda fucked up... hmm...)
~the branson, MO family reunion for the fultons (could be alright... chillaxing with my g-rents will be fun except the rest will probably blow majorly)
but, looking at these lists, the good outweighs the bad, thus making the summer LE AWESOME!!!
i need to stop putting "le" before everything... except it seriously makes me giggle every time i do it. am i easily amused? perhaps. or am i just too funny that even i have to laugh at myself? you be the judge.
... only don't tell me the truth. my delusions are all that stands between me and madness. MADNESS.
i just like writing "madness." doesn't help that i'm listening to magical mystery tour and have food in my system for the first time in a week. paul mccartney makes me ridiculously happy.
they all do, actually. the members of the beatles, that is. i think i may just have to travel back to the 70's when all of the beatles were still alive, monty python was in their hayday, queen was around, as was led zeppelin, pink floyd, t-rex... ah, le sigh. i would wish to be alive during the 60's because i think overall 60's culture was more interesting (yay civil rights work!) and then i could have seen the beatles live and together, but let's face it... once their music got the best, they stopped really touring all that much. except i would have killed to be alive during their rooftop concert. and be in england. oh well.
i was so born in the wrong decade. what the fuck?
well, the movies sucked back then for the most part anyways. so did tv. so uh... yay for being a generation x-er! am i part of generation x? or am i a part of some new fan-dangled generation that hasn't been dubbed as anything yet?
i just looked up what our generation is on wikipedia, and let me just say the terms are officially LAME. generation y? the google generation? The Net Generation? Millennials? Echo Boomers? stupid. x is a much cooler letter than y. and all the rest of those terms are too obvious. except for millennials. i almost like that one.
here's the article in case you're interesting in seeing what the world will remember our generation as... it's kind of depressing:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Generation_Y
i wish i was old so i had a reason to bitch about kids these days. i suppose, technically, i'm not a kid anymore, but i mostly want to bitch about people my age... which makes me sound obnoxious and negative. i'm more just annoyed. can you be just generally annoyed without people thinking that you're a negative person? my anger is what keeps me upbeat. i could just be depressed.
weeeell, it would seem that i effectively wrote a very long passage about next-to nothing! yessss.
i swear, i can't not write long entries. it's like the french protecting their belgium borders... it just isn't done!! oh ho ho, politicial/historical jibes. how you amuse me. heck yes to humor relating to french ineptitude during the second world war. and first, technically, but to be fair the germans hadn't pulled that trick on them before at that time.
ah, the nerdiness reigns supreme.
ok, i'm going to go aaaand... study? or watch boy meets world? hmm. quite the choice.