It's not confidential, I've got potential...
Hey man.
I DON'T WANNA BE AN OLD MAN ANYMORE and scene.
I love my livejournal ID number.
Don't you hate it when you know you type your password wrong but then your fingers are too fast and they press enter before you can change it? And the computer feels the need to tell you that you typed your password wrong, when, of course, you know.
What is the date today? Is it the 24th? I am unsure. I was positive it was the 24th, but when I looked up at the date on the top of this page, it informed me it was the 23rd. Could I be wrong? Or is it wrong? I am unsure. Let me say it again: I am unsure.
Mary's mix makes me think of marching band. Especially bus rides. And that one muse song reminds me of the time Cari drove.. I think it was me, Mary, Gar.. and... someone else to Gar's house. They were all singing it and I sat and nodded along seeing as I didn't know the lyrics. Ah, but how I have grown. I now know the chorus, and maybe some of the verses, I just don't know. I just kind of hum along until it comes to a word I know and then I sing it proudly. It happens.
I think one day I would like to become a columnist of some sort.. about music, maybe. I feel as though I am educated in music. Hahaha. Oh my. I am unsure why that made me laugh.
Here it comes...
I hope when I grow up that my job involves music. Not like, an elevator music-maker. But, I don't know. You guys can figure it out, I know you are smart. I just know it.
God, I love it when I'm in the zone.
I love people who are overwhelmingly clever and witty. It just baffles me how someone can be on all the time and be a genius with words. Not only that, but have such good taste in music. Ah, so good, so funny and so smart. Amazing.
Had it up to the gills.
Samuel L. Jackson is a pimp. He is the only one in Episode III that has a purple lightsaber.
I've rediscovered the goodness of Coldplay. They were glorious on Saturday Night Live. Last saturday night. Live. Their new CD will be the first I buy with the money I recieve from my job.
"WHAT. No... don't do that here."
It would be really cool to go on a road trip and make a movie of it. Like that one commercial. I seriously think I will do that one summer. Anyone want to join?
I think I might sweat like a man. But not always, just selected times. It's only on my head, or something like that. I just don't understand. It's gross. But it happens. Right? No? I guess I'm the only one that has chronic man-sweating-of-the-head disorder. Whatever, whatever, I'll do what I want.
I had more to say. But I won't indulge myself.
I am afraid that you guys will personally punch me in the face if I make this longer.
That and I kind of forgot what I was going to say.
That's what the edit button is for. Thank God, right?
I'm a dork. I apologize
Adieu.
P.S. Dude, count how many times I said "I am unsure" in this entry. I am insane.
P.S.S. I don't care what they say about us, anyway. I don't care 'bout that.
This actually is a pretty short entry. For me, anyway.
Don't ask why I'm still typing WHEN I SHOULD BE DONE.
Maybe I just feel guilty about the length.
My favorite Christmas song: "Silent Night". That or the Home Alone song.
I DON'T WANNA BE AN OLD MAN ANYMORE and scene.
I love my livejournal ID number.
Don't you hate it when you know you type your password wrong but then your fingers are too fast and they press enter before you can change it? And the computer feels the need to tell you that you typed your password wrong, when, of course, you know.
What is the date today? Is it the 24th? I am unsure. I was positive it was the 24th, but when I looked up at the date on the top of this page, it informed me it was the 23rd. Could I be wrong? Or is it wrong? I am unsure. Let me say it again: I am unsure.
Mary's mix makes me think of marching band. Especially bus rides. And that one muse song reminds me of the time Cari drove.. I think it was me, Mary, Gar.. and... someone else to Gar's house. They were all singing it and I sat and nodded along seeing as I didn't know the lyrics. Ah, but how I have grown. I now know the chorus, and maybe some of the verses, I just don't know. I just kind of hum along until it comes to a word I know and then I sing it proudly. It happens.
I think one day I would like to become a columnist of some sort.. about music, maybe. I feel as though I am educated in music. Hahaha. Oh my. I am unsure why that made me laugh.
Here it comes...
I hope when I grow up that my job involves music. Not like, an elevator music-maker. But, I don't know. You guys can figure it out, I know you are smart. I just know it.
God, I love it when I'm in the zone.
I love people who are overwhelmingly clever and witty. It just baffles me how someone can be on all the time and be a genius with words. Not only that, but have such good taste in music. Ah, so good, so funny and so smart. Amazing.
Had it up to the gills.
Samuel L. Jackson is a pimp. He is the only one in Episode III that has a purple lightsaber.
I've rediscovered the goodness of Coldplay. They were glorious on Saturday Night Live. Last saturday night. Live. Their new CD will be the first I buy with the money I recieve from my job.
"WHAT. No... don't do that here."
It would be really cool to go on a road trip and make a movie of it. Like that one commercial. I seriously think I will do that one summer. Anyone want to join?
I think I might sweat like a man. But not always, just selected times. It's only on my head, or something like that. I just don't understand. It's gross. But it happens. Right? No? I guess I'm the only one that has chronic man-sweating-of-the-head disorder. Whatever, whatever, I'll do what I want.
I had more to say. But I won't indulge myself.
I am afraid that you guys will personally punch me in the face if I make this longer.
That and I kind of forgot what I was going to say.
That's what the edit button is for. Thank God, right?
I'm a dork. I apologize
Adieu.
P.S. Dude, count how many times I said "I am unsure" in this entry. I am insane.
P.S.S. I don't care what they say about us, anyway. I don't care 'bout that.
This actually is a pretty short entry. For me, anyway.
Don't ask why I'm still typing WHEN I SHOULD BE DONE.
Maybe I just feel guilty about the length.
My favorite Christmas song: "Silent Night". That or the Home Alone song.