Summer-y 12/13/2004
Saw the original Bourne Identity, which lasted 4 hours (damn commercials) but was fucking great
Got some semi-decent shoes for the christmas gala
Got a new pair of pants and a butt kicking Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt
Doodled in the train
Almost smashed my cd player from frustration (it's seriously dying lately and it's bugging the crap out of me)
Saw half of a Christmas Choir concert. Spent most of the other half talking to patricia. Was pretty good overall
Found out two people in my flat/dorm/whatever started dating
Had Spinach Pie
Have found myself being obsessed with hormones again (damn boy, what is it with you and hormones lately?)
Find myself dead tired at exactly 1:11 am
The Sleeping Mushroom Pie President commands me to overthrow the Conscious King of Cumbersome Wakey-Wakey-Ness and enter the Land of Squiggly Lines and Swirly Things
Jiggle your bottoms in the name of El Chupacabra! My submarine lacks paper weights, how will it slide the salami now?
(what the fuck? why did it suddenly appear to me as if the previous sentence is filled with innuendo's when all I did was write random crapology? My mind is in the gravitationally challenged cloud excrement disposal infrastructure (a.k.a. gutter)
EDIT: appearantly, I forgot a squiggly line (a.k.a. parenthesis) in my last line...so....
)
Got some semi-decent shoes for the christmas gala
Got a new pair of pants and a butt kicking Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirt
Doodled in the train
Almost smashed my cd player from frustration (it's seriously dying lately and it's bugging the crap out of me)
Saw half of a Christmas Choir concert. Spent most of the other half talking to patricia. Was pretty good overall
Found out two people in my flat/dorm/whatever started dating
Had Spinach Pie
Have found myself being obsessed with hormones again (damn boy, what is it with you and hormones lately?)
Find myself dead tired at exactly 1:11 am
The Sleeping Mushroom Pie President commands me to overthrow the Conscious King of Cumbersome Wakey-Wakey-Ness and enter the Land of Squiggly Lines and Swirly Things
Jiggle your bottoms in the name of El Chupacabra! My submarine lacks paper weights, how will it slide the salami now?
(what the fuck? why did it suddenly appear to me as if the previous sentence is filled with innuendo's when all I did was write random crapology? My mind is in the gravitationally challenged cloud excrement disposal infrastructure (a.k.a. gutter)
EDIT: appearantly, I forgot a squiggly line (a.k.a. parenthesis) in my last line...so....
)