Jul 03, 2010 10:37
So i'm not much of a "Dear Diary" person, but i would like to remember what i've been up to as time progresses, so i've started jotting down 1-2 sentences down per day, starting mid-June and will continue for as long as i can manage.
Here's the sum up from June 2010
June 12- I acknowledge that rationalizing my purchase of a wooden boomerang and slingshot is still considered immature.
June 13- There is something fundamentally wrong with entertaining sexual fantasies while in the family section at church.
June 14- House Rules: Shorts and a bra are considered an acceptable amount of clothing.
June 15- Is it vindictive or just plain slutty that a waiting room full of old people makes me feel like getting on top of a chair and dancing?
June 16- There is no nice way of saying, "I don't trust you enough to keep my sister from drowning so don't go swimming while i'm gone."
June 17- 'It's like the pain of ripping off a band-aid and it's scarred underneath, but it's healed by God. At least there's that.'
June 19- I dunno who it was, but one of those boys smelt fuck-tastic.
June 20- I suppose an addiction to movies is, in the long run, more destructive than literature, but it does point to a serious problem concerning with fiction.
June 21- Fanny Price is spineless and undeniably, irreversibly, unforgivably dull. You disappoint me Jane Austen.
June 23- "That is a compliment which gives me no pleasure." = The polite Edwardian equivalent of "Fuck off".
June 25- You should be warned that you are required to give urine samples. That or those pee cups shouldn't have a measuring grade because i don't like knowing i've accomplished 3.8mL of FAIL.
June 26- It took my six hours to make a pretty box and it was totally worth it.
June 27- I had an odd childhood recollection of trying to incubate an egg with my hands, but no memory of a horrible mess. Hmm...
June 30- Rent is going to be the death of me and i'm not even paying it yet.
merry month,
life