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I just filled out a fuckload of surveys and deleted them just because surveys are stupid. Lately, I have had this sneaking suspicion that people don't actually give a shit about what clothes I'm wearing right now or whether I prefer salt or pepper. Somebody please tell me I'm wrong.
I should read Catcher in the Rye because I love that book but I lost my copy. Somebody lend me one and I will love you forever. Or I'll just thank you. Fuck, I'd love to read 1984 again too.
Nichol, have you read Animal Farm? I think you'd like it. I'll bring it over next time I see you.
Conor O'berst sounds like a goat.
Is it sad that I derive comfort from the pocket dictionary that sits next to the computer? I mean, it hardly even has any words in it and sometimes I just sit there thinking of words that aren't in there. I feel smarter knowing words that a dictionary doesn't, even if it is just a little one. Next time I can't sleep, I think I'll put it under my pillow. I bet that would help.
I actually got to read Nichol's secret blog. I feel special.
Sometimes I laugh at things that aren't funny and sometimes I just laugh for no reason. I think that alot of people think that I'm either really stupid or really drunk.
Everybody is always like "Man, I hold so much back in this Livejournal. That sucks because I promised myself I wouldn't censor my shit." I don't get that because I never had any illusions of privacy on this thing and when I wrote things that were semi-personal, I always did it fully aware that random people would be reading my shit.
I use alot of obscenities, but sometime I use them next to random ass words that other people don't know, so I look really weird. For some reason, there are certain people that think it's weird when I say fuck. These are the people that think I'm about 50 times more intelligent than I really am. The fact that they think that would make me feel good about myself but these are the people that don't know what euphoric means.
I tried keeping an actual journal once, but after I wrote one sentence, I realized I write like a kindergardener and that writing things out took a long time. It would probably be really therapeutic to write out every stupid little thought in my head. The closest thing I have ever had to a journal was Gloria.
Kozak, try to remember to bring my CDs because that shit would make me feel infinitely better.
I jumped rope in the first grade talent show. I have no right to get annoyed with people when they think that I might be gay.
I'm not gay, if you were wondering. Take my word for it and spread it around.
I really hate Instant Messaging. I am so tired of writing things out when it is so much easier to say them. Too bad I hate the phone too.
I am considering selling my film camera and one of its lenses and using the money to get the AE-1 fixed. I really don't need to auto focus and I would rather have more control over the images. Plus, the AE-1 is much more durable and probably less likely to get ripped off. It's possible that I could buy one in better condition for a comparable price but there is alot of sentimental value in the one I have now. But if I do that, I'll only have a 50MM and a 75-300. That is a pretty minimalist lens portfolio considering I probably won't be able to afford to buy new lenses for it for awhile. Since I can't afford darkroom time, film developing or the film itself, I guess that goes along with the theme.
I want to sleep forever right now. Or maybe just until next summer. Actually, I would like to sleep until a month ago. I don't think I can sleep back in time though.
I spent the last of my real money on pizza today. The pizza made me feel sick. What a wonderful day.
I should read Catcher in the Rye because I love that book but I lost my copy. Somebody lend me one and I will love you forever. Or I'll just thank you. Fuck, I'd love to read 1984 again too.
Nichol, have you read Animal Farm? I think you'd like it. I'll bring it over next time I see you.
Conor O'berst sounds like a goat.
Is it sad that I derive comfort from the pocket dictionary that sits next to the computer? I mean, it hardly even has any words in it and sometimes I just sit there thinking of words that aren't in there. I feel smarter knowing words that a dictionary doesn't, even if it is just a little one. Next time I can't sleep, I think I'll put it under my pillow. I bet that would help.
I actually got to read Nichol's secret blog. I feel special.
Sometimes I laugh at things that aren't funny and sometimes I just laugh for no reason. I think that alot of people think that I'm either really stupid or really drunk.
Everybody is always like "Man, I hold so much back in this Livejournal. That sucks because I promised myself I wouldn't censor my shit." I don't get that because I never had any illusions of privacy on this thing and when I wrote things that were semi-personal, I always did it fully aware that random people would be reading my shit.
I use alot of obscenities, but sometime I use them next to random ass words that other people don't know, so I look really weird. For some reason, there are certain people that think it's weird when I say fuck. These are the people that think I'm about 50 times more intelligent than I really am. The fact that they think that would make me feel good about myself but these are the people that don't know what euphoric means.
I tried keeping an actual journal once, but after I wrote one sentence, I realized I write like a kindergardener and that writing things out took a long time. It would probably be really therapeutic to write out every stupid little thought in my head. The closest thing I have ever had to a journal was Gloria.
Kozak, try to remember to bring my CDs because that shit would make me feel infinitely better.
I jumped rope in the first grade talent show. I have no right to get annoyed with people when they think that I might be gay.
I'm not gay, if you were wondering. Take my word for it and spread it around.
I really hate Instant Messaging. I am so tired of writing things out when it is so much easier to say them. Too bad I hate the phone too.
I am considering selling my film camera and one of its lenses and using the money to get the AE-1 fixed. I really don't need to auto focus and I would rather have more control over the images. Plus, the AE-1 is much more durable and probably less likely to get ripped off. It's possible that I could buy one in better condition for a comparable price but there is alot of sentimental value in the one I have now. But if I do that, I'll only have a 50MM and a 75-300. That is a pretty minimalist lens portfolio considering I probably won't be able to afford to buy new lenses for it for awhile. Since I can't afford darkroom time, film developing or the film itself, I guess that goes along with the theme.
I want to sleep forever right now. Or maybe just until next summer. Actually, I would like to sleep until a month ago. I don't think I can sleep back in time though.
I spent the last of my real money on pizza today. The pizza made me feel sick. What a wonderful day.