I sing in foreign lands
Oh, I have so many things to ramble on about. I love life.
It's 3 AM exactly right now, and I am super freaking hyper. I don't know why. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I bought food today. Score. I love food. Makes me happy.
I was taking my socks off a few minutes ago, and I was wondering who the fuck thought of chenille socks. What the hell is that? I took them off and it was like my toes had been raped by some hairy black monster (yes, they're black, too - the socks, not my toes, - which makes things even worse). Ridiculous, I tell you.
And my pajamas don't match at all. I love it. I'm wearing a red t-shirt that says "Property of Wausau Supply University" with that stupid XXL thing in the middle (Wausau Supply not a real university, btw, which makes the shirt even geekier and therefore, cooler), a pair of navy blue pj pants with purple and white and light blue stars and moons and galaxies all over them, and then my kick-ass old-man crazy vintage sweater I got at Savers the other day, which is this strange melange of tan, white and black with PATTERNS on it, so yeah, nothing matches AT ALL. That just makes my day. I'm like, I'm going to bed, not on a date. Who the fuck cares what I'm wearing?
And my media player keeps playing up-tempo songs ("Remember The Name" by Fort Minor was on when I started typing this, and then "My Baby Loves Me" by Martina McBride was just on). But now Sarah McLachlan is on, so that's not so up-tempo anymore. But it's "Shelter," and I haven't heard that song in awhile. So yay. It's Sarah.
I'm eating wheat crackers and drinking a glass of pineapple orange banana juice. Tasty. I figured if I was going to have a snack, it better be something not so sugary. Because I had thought about cookies, but then decided that would be horrible. Not that I get hyper from sugar, but who knows.
OMG, I saw American Beauty for the first time tonight. Wow, what a fucked up movie. But a really good one. Depressing, though. Geez. Every movie nominated for an Acadamy Award is always depressing. Cases in point: Brokeback Mountain and Million Dollar Baby. I BAWLED through Brokeback (not something unusual for me, though) and I cried at the end of Million Dollar Baby, even though I told myself I wouldn't get into it because it was a movie about boxing and I didn't even want to watch it in the first place. Bah.
I guess that's all the random stuff I can think of to talk about. Sad. I'll be back if I think of anything else. I think I'm gonna go play JT's Blocks on Yahoo! Games until I calm down a little.
It's 3 AM exactly right now, and I am super freaking hyper. I don't know why. I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that I bought food today. Score. I love food. Makes me happy.
I was taking my socks off a few minutes ago, and I was wondering who the fuck thought of chenille socks. What the hell is that? I took them off and it was like my toes had been raped by some hairy black monster (yes, they're black, too - the socks, not my toes, - which makes things even worse). Ridiculous, I tell you.
And my pajamas don't match at all. I love it. I'm wearing a red t-shirt that says "Property of Wausau Supply University" with that stupid XXL thing in the middle (Wausau Supply not a real university, btw, which makes the shirt even geekier and therefore, cooler), a pair of navy blue pj pants with purple and white and light blue stars and moons and galaxies all over them, and then my kick-ass old-man crazy vintage sweater I got at Savers the other day, which is this strange melange of tan, white and black with PATTERNS on it, so yeah, nothing matches AT ALL. That just makes my day. I'm like, I'm going to bed, not on a date. Who the fuck cares what I'm wearing?
And my media player keeps playing up-tempo songs ("Remember The Name" by Fort Minor was on when I started typing this, and then "My Baby Loves Me" by Martina McBride was just on). But now Sarah McLachlan is on, so that's not so up-tempo anymore. But it's "Shelter," and I haven't heard that song in awhile. So yay. It's Sarah.
I'm eating wheat crackers and drinking a glass of pineapple orange banana juice. Tasty. I figured if I was going to have a snack, it better be something not so sugary. Because I had thought about cookies, but then decided that would be horrible. Not that I get hyper from sugar, but who knows.
OMG, I saw American Beauty for the first time tonight. Wow, what a fucked up movie. But a really good one. Depressing, though. Geez. Every movie nominated for an Acadamy Award is always depressing. Cases in point: Brokeback Mountain and Million Dollar Baby. I BAWLED through Brokeback (not something unusual for me, though) and I cried at the end of Million Dollar Baby, even though I told myself I wouldn't get into it because it was a movie about boxing and I didn't even want to watch it in the first place. Bah.
I guess that's all the random stuff I can think of to talk about. Sad. I'll be back if I think of anything else. I think I'm gonna go play JT's Blocks on Yahoo! Games until I calm down a little.