pointless entry
i decided what i want is to dump out all my thoughts into one collosal (spelling anyone?) entry, that im sure will turn non-collosal.
im so bored right now. i want to clean my room and i want to finish my special treats :) wowers, a praise chorus is a beautiful song. i was very complimented that i finally got a gift for my dad that he liked, to which he said "you have the best taste in music" :) he doesnt know i listen to guttermouth when no one is around though. too bad a praise chorus is so short. paranoid android is over 6 minutes long. i was a little dissapointed to find out that mr. yorke was saying "crackling of pig skin" and not "crack whore fucking" as i thought he was. i thought that was so cool when i thought that. yes. that is what i thought.
i wanna wake up really early tomorrow. im in one of those moods where i feel i should try and be productive. i have all this energy and feel like it could potentially be good for completing something, but i dont know what.
i am wearing sunglasses. why you ask? because even the uber cool need to shield themselves from uv rays. as well as the fact that they are my uber cool.
when i was little i thought my dolls and stuffed animals were alive, so i tried to treat them all with equal attention, that way they would not strangle me in my sleep.
my leg warmers are perplexing me still.
my excercise machine is all put together and everything. i look funny when i use it. like i am giving birth with rythmic pelvical movements.
i want cake.
i want summer. i want warm days. i want that nice feeling of the sun on your skin. i want going to starbucks and stupidly drinking our frappacinos inside. i want siren. i want tank tops. i want warped. i want a chance to do all the things i neglected this past summer. brooklyn on a nice day. coney island. drinking frappacinos inside. skirts. flip flops. putting my terrace to some use. bbq's. renting movies.
sigh. im going to try and go clean. good night.