Baby got back!
Hm...I'm bored. Unbelievably bored. There's absolutely nothing to do in this Godforsaken town. I'm thinking of a quick run to Wal-Mart, because that's just where you go when there's no where else to go. Chances are you'll run into someone you know and make plans there. How pathetic.
I'm going to Cola tomorrow. That should be fun. I've got to return some stuff to Richland Fashion Mall, which will NOT be as fun because that place is GHE-TTO. Then to Target, to use a gift certificate. Hm...I love gift certificates. It's like money, except I can't waste it say on buying food...or buying Rivers food...
I've come to the conclusion that Eric Whitacre is the love of my life. Except that he's married with a baby. But I'm willing to look past that. Everyone should stop what they're doing right now and go to his website. Or his myspace. Whatev.
It is incredibly cold in this house. I mean its got to be like -5298374 degrees. That's one of the things I hate about coming home. My parents are abominable snowpeople from Antartica. They LOVE the cold. In fact, I think if the temperature rises above freezing, they will die.
I went to the beach for Christmas, to see my family. THAT'S a freak show if I've ever seen one. At least it wasn't in my aunt's trailer this year. There's never enough room in that damn thing. I mean I love them, don't get me wrong, but we have more than our fair share of...crazies. Between all of us I think we've got every form of dysfunctional from bastard children to incest. What a lot. Oh well. It's always entertaining.
I think this post is long enough. I doubt that anyone is still reading it. Its almost completely useless. Hm...my life. What a riot.
I'm going to Cola tomorrow. That should be fun. I've got to return some stuff to Richland Fashion Mall, which will NOT be as fun because that place is GHE-TTO. Then to Target, to use a gift certificate. Hm...I love gift certificates. It's like money, except I can't waste it say on buying food...or buying Rivers food...
I've come to the conclusion that Eric Whitacre is the love of my life. Except that he's married with a baby. But I'm willing to look past that. Everyone should stop what they're doing right now and go to his website. Or his myspace. Whatev.
It is incredibly cold in this house. I mean its got to be like -5298374 degrees. That's one of the things I hate about coming home. My parents are abominable snowpeople from Antartica. They LOVE the cold. In fact, I think if the temperature rises above freezing, they will die.
I went to the beach for Christmas, to see my family. THAT'S a freak show if I've ever seen one. At least it wasn't in my aunt's trailer this year. There's never enough room in that damn thing. I mean I love them, don't get me wrong, but we have more than our fair share of...crazies. Between all of us I think we've got every form of dysfunctional from bastard children to incest. What a lot. Oh well. It's always entertaining.
I think this post is long enough. I doubt that anyone is still reading it. Its almost completely useless. Hm...my life. What a riot.