"I’m so nerdy that even my shoes have computers."
I love talking to Harrison.
"I’ve got the clap. It’s the best std. everytime a girl walks by, I go *clap clap*"
In other news, There's only two more weeks to this quarter at A.I. I'm trying to get in touch with this guy at the one in Chicago... it's proving difficult. My grandfather made me try a fig. I gagged.
Playing piano is such amazing meditation. I'm in love with it. Especially with this beginner's class... I know enough that I don't have to really think about what I'm playing, I can just do it. And the class moves slow enough for me to just get so into the repition that the metronome becomes my heartbeat, sorta. Something cliche like that in any case.
Don't tell my mother but... I think I really like playing the piano.
Speaking of my mother, I just spoke to her through the irratating "talk" feature aim has. Weird. Very, very weird. BUT! She's sending me frying pans that have the wonderous non-stick feature! Omelettes, your day is nigh!
What else...
I GET DAVID TOMORROW.... FOR GOOD.
Life is still mostly crap. If you call me or something, I'll tell you the story. Maybe. But this is something even I'm to embarassed to really discuss with anyone about. Except maybe moey. or Jester.
I can't wait until I never have to take another class with the demon-she-bitch teacher. I'm dancing on the inside.
The relatives are gone, but the vivid dreams remain...
I hardly spoke to anyone today. For someone who usually talks the ears off any innocent passerby, and who has been as such since she knew how to say "no!" (My first word) , this is quite the event. My throat feels thick, heavy.
Maybe my next step is to take up singing again.Oooh, but I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'll stick to inside the car for now.
It's harder than ever before to spring back from this depression. LIke quicksand, or really delicious pudding that you don't really wanna leave anyway.
"I’ve got the clap. It’s the best std. everytime a girl walks by, I go *clap clap*"
In other news, There's only two more weeks to this quarter at A.I. I'm trying to get in touch with this guy at the one in Chicago... it's proving difficult. My grandfather made me try a fig. I gagged.
Playing piano is such amazing meditation. I'm in love with it. Especially with this beginner's class... I know enough that I don't have to really think about what I'm playing, I can just do it. And the class moves slow enough for me to just get so into the repition that the metronome becomes my heartbeat, sorta. Something cliche like that in any case.
Don't tell my mother but... I think I really like playing the piano.
Speaking of my mother, I just spoke to her through the irratating "talk" feature aim has. Weird. Very, very weird. BUT! She's sending me frying pans that have the wonderous non-stick feature! Omelettes, your day is nigh!
What else...
I GET DAVID TOMORROW.... FOR GOOD.
Life is still mostly crap. If you call me or something, I'll tell you the story. Maybe. But this is something even I'm to embarassed to really discuss with anyone about. Except maybe moey. or Jester.
I can't wait until I never have to take another class with the demon-she-bitch teacher. I'm dancing on the inside.
The relatives are gone, but the vivid dreams remain...
I hardly spoke to anyone today. For someone who usually talks the ears off any innocent passerby, and who has been as such since she knew how to say "no!" (My first word) , this is quite the event. My throat feels thick, heavy.
Maybe my next step is to take up singing again.Oooh, but I wouldn't wish that on anyone. I'll stick to inside the car for now.
It's harder than ever before to spring back from this depression. LIke quicksand, or really delicious pudding that you don't really wanna leave anyway.