Today was the first in four days I've gotten to school on time. Miraculous, simply astonishing.
[censored] is going to go to Sammamish. fuck Sammamish, [censored]'s too cool for Sammamish. DURRRR
I'm having quite an interesting online conversation with [censored] about his penis size (of which i guessed correctly). It's a strange knack... not a really productive one... that I can sometimes (SOMETIMES) predict the size of someone's penis. anyway..
this weekend...
is going...
to be....
HELLish
no [censored] (which, in itself, is like asking for a deathwish from Satan), and basically and day and a half straight of sitting in a moving car with no one but my dad (who doesn't talk much and gets really irritated with traffic and who doesn't like anything but occasional classical music)... but however i have my Pod of the "i" and thus je peux l'utiliser. we're going to Seaside I believe; he got reservations to a motel this morning. we're leaving at like 8 on saturday; arriving whenever we arrive on sunday. monday... i don't think i can see [censored]... so i'll probably get some family time with two babies and mom.
it could be worse.
it could be a weeks long with michael and madison and both frustrated parents.
it could be worse than that.
but i'd rather not picture the possibility.
however i will be going to the beach; the room's on the third floor with the promenade in front of it and the beach just beyond that; and i can set up Dad's tri-pod (which rhymes with iPod).
what the hell?
...what the hammer?
-what the nail?
(~"Tyger")
goodness me i've been so anxious this week... it's like reliving september. but it isn't as bad as it used to be. and i'm not ...wait what was I going to say? I left the screen and then I came back and I was reading it and I was all like "and i'm not what? WHAT? WHAT!!?!?!!?"
anyway.
I would like some blueberries.
I'm having quite an interesting online conversation with [censored] about his penis size (of which i guessed correctly). It's a strange knack... not a really productive one... that I can sometimes (SOMETIMES) predict the size of someone's penis. anyway..
this weekend...
is going...
to be....
HELLish
no [censored] (which, in itself, is like asking for a deathwish from Satan), and basically and day and a half straight of sitting in a moving car with no one but my dad (who doesn't talk much and gets really irritated with traffic and who doesn't like anything but occasional classical music)... but however i have my Pod of the "i" and thus je peux l'utiliser. we're going to Seaside I believe; he got reservations to a motel this morning. we're leaving at like 8 on saturday; arriving whenever we arrive on sunday. monday... i don't think i can see [censored]... so i'll probably get some family time with two babies and mom.
it could be worse.
it could be a weeks long with michael and madison and both frustrated parents.
it could be worse than that.
but i'd rather not picture the possibility.
however i will be going to the beach; the room's on the third floor with the promenade in front of it and the beach just beyond that; and i can set up Dad's tri-pod (which rhymes with iPod).
what the hell?
...what the hammer?
-what the nail?
(~"Tyger")
goodness me i've been so anxious this week... it's like reliving september. but it isn't as bad as it used to be. and i'm not ...wait what was I going to say? I left the screen and then I came back and I was reading it and I was all like "and i'm not what? WHAT? WHAT!!?!?!!?"
anyway.
I would like some blueberries.