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Despite the infinite amusement involved in watching my diabetic cat terrorize my epileptic fish, there are (sadly) greater things in the world. I think.
BLAH things are so boring here. You'd think that being in OMFG ATX PARTY WOOHOO would be interesting, but it's not. I'm bored and apathetic and I'll probably go over to Benny's and Mags's house later and be bored and apathetic on their couch, in front of their TV. With farritz. Yay.
I really like the sound of the creed guy's voice. Eep, now people are going to kill me because I don't care enough to google his name. Whatever.
In the meantime, to the 80's hits.
There's so much just around the corner- I can practically taste it. San Antonio, or Atlanta, or San Marcos, or West Lafayette. One of the four. Either way, this time next year I will not be here and it is terrifyingly glorious. I got my transcripts sent off- all I need is for Mr. K to do my secondary reports and I'm pretty much good (well, aside from teacher reccomendations).
My carpet is gross.
After I print my stuff, I'm going to go curl up on the couch in front of the TV, and I'm going to put in Spirited Away and pull out a spiral and just dream. That movie gets my creative juices going, especially in weather like this.
I love that movie. I love my cat. I love words.
So since it seems to be the thing to do, I'll write a poem and put it on up here.
Coldplay is so great even though they're so common.
I don't could never regret.
BLAH things are so boring here. You'd think that being in OMFG ATX PARTY WOOHOO would be interesting, but it's not. I'm bored and apathetic and I'll probably go over to Benny's and Mags's house later and be bored and apathetic on their couch, in front of their TV. With farritz. Yay.
I really like the sound of the creed guy's voice. Eep, now people are going to kill me because I don't care enough to google his name. Whatever.
In the meantime, to the 80's hits.
There's so much just around the corner- I can practically taste it. San Antonio, or Atlanta, or San Marcos, or West Lafayette. One of the four. Either way, this time next year I will not be here and it is terrifyingly glorious. I got my transcripts sent off- all I need is for Mr. K to do my secondary reports and I'm pretty much good (well, aside from teacher reccomendations).
My carpet is gross.
After I print my stuff, I'm going to go curl up on the couch in front of the TV, and I'm going to put in Spirited Away and pull out a spiral and just dream. That movie gets my creative juices going, especially in weather like this.
I love that movie. I love my cat. I love words.
So since it seems to be the thing to do, I'll write a poem and put it on up here.
Coldplay is so great even though they're so common.
I don't could never regret.