Ice age coming, Ice age coming. Here I am allowed everything all the time.
Everything I've ever felt about school can be learned from this photograph.
It was taken on my first day of Sacred Heart preschool in 1989.
I was three years old, and apparently a sage.
I knew what I was in for.
I quit watching the cursor blink and mock me in microsoft word so that I could watch it happen here. My book is at a standstill, mostly because the bubble of Orange County that I live in is not doing much in the way of inspiring me. I really want to get a netbook so that I can shove it in my purse and go somewhere more stimulating to write write right. I hate knowing what I want to say and not having the right words to say it.
I finally joined a gym. It sucks. I now understand why everyone makes fun of New Year's Resolutions. A Taco Bell/KFC opened in Monroe. I haven't gone yet, but I'm pretty sure it will be the sole undoing of anything the gym accomplishes for me, inevitably.
Joe is having a Memorial Day party on Sunday night, and basically everyone I like outside of a few people will be there. I need to work on being more sociable. But I won't do that, partially because I am stuck in Monroe anyway, and mostly because I just don't care.
It was taken on my first day of Sacred Heart preschool in 1989.
I was three years old, and apparently a sage.
I knew what I was in for.
I quit watching the cursor blink and mock me in microsoft word so that I could watch it happen here. My book is at a standstill, mostly because the bubble of Orange County that I live in is not doing much in the way of inspiring me. I really want to get a netbook so that I can shove it in my purse and go somewhere more stimulating to write write right. I hate knowing what I want to say and not having the right words to say it.
I finally joined a gym. It sucks. I now understand why everyone makes fun of New Year's Resolutions. A Taco Bell/KFC opened in Monroe. I haven't gone yet, but I'm pretty sure it will be the sole undoing of anything the gym accomplishes for me, inevitably.
Joe is having a Memorial Day party on Sunday night, and basically everyone I like outside of a few people will be there. I need to work on being more sociable. But I won't do that, partially because I am stuck in Monroe anyway, and mostly because I just don't care.