There's something behind #17.
So...all the pictures I took today have to go through a crazy process involving multiple computers before I can do anything with them.
COOL!
This is tragic because it means that the pictures of my newly-acquired Halloween costume can't get posted on here for a gazillion years.
I'm being the absinthe fairy, in case anybody didn't know.
So it's basically a Tinkerbell costume, but I have to make myself look all strung out and hallucinogenic.
It's kind of the greatest.
English class was absolutely sick today. And it was nice because we'd just been talking about how Tonken (possible nickname: Tonka Truck?) never lets us talk because he's so into the material (and himself?). I asked him if he'd gotten my paper and he just sort of did this funny smile at me, which was bizarre and difficult to read.
I wish my love of English would translate into me writing everything I need for my application. Instead, it just makes it worse. Perfectionism is a vastly dangerous flaw. Apparently, it's also all I ever write about anymore. That's not true. It's only one of three things.
if somebody made me a mix CD with a secret meaning behind each song, I wonder what it would look like.
I generally try to avoid songs with any sort of sentimental value, or I counteract them with stuff like "I Am The Walrus."
Edit:
I was looking at old entries I wrote on here.
I laughed aloud at this, even though it's not all that hilarious.
"Star Wars ruined every other movie for me.
Good Will Hunting...good, should have had lightsabers.
War Of The World...looks OK, better have some damn lightsabers."
COOL!
This is tragic because it means that the pictures of my newly-acquired Halloween costume can't get posted on here for a gazillion years.
I'm being the absinthe fairy, in case anybody didn't know.
So it's basically a Tinkerbell costume, but I have to make myself look all strung out and hallucinogenic.
It's kind of the greatest.
English class was absolutely sick today. And it was nice because we'd just been talking about how Tonken (possible nickname: Tonka Truck?) never lets us talk because he's so into the material (and himself?). I asked him if he'd gotten my paper and he just sort of did this funny smile at me, which was bizarre and difficult to read.
I wish my love of English would translate into me writing everything I need for my application. Instead, it just makes it worse. Perfectionism is a vastly dangerous flaw. Apparently, it's also all I ever write about anymore. That's not true. It's only one of three things.
if somebody made me a mix CD with a secret meaning behind each song, I wonder what it would look like.
I generally try to avoid songs with any sort of sentimental value, or I counteract them with stuff like "I Am The Walrus."
Edit:
I was looking at old entries I wrote on here.
I laughed aloud at this, even though it's not all that hilarious.
"Star Wars ruined every other movie for me.
Good Will Hunting...good, should have had lightsabers.
War Of The World...looks OK, better have some damn lightsabers."