Random
Today was absolutely strange. I woke up around 12.30p after arriving home last night around 4.45a. Marisa and I went and got brunch, then Lindsay, Marisa and I went to see "Alfie". By the way, I thought it sucked. I had such better expectations than that. Ugh, I am not a fan of it. I'll let everyone decide for themselves. Anywho ... I was in the mood to cook this huge dinner, but somehow that never really happened. I played on the internet for awhile, read a magazine, then fell asleep at 9p. Woke up at 12.30a (strange) and now I'm writing in my livejournal because I don't think I can fall back asleep. But they say you never know until you try.
Anyway, everything is just random right now.
In other news, I got attacked by a flying pumpkin last night that literally made me catch air and fall on my ass. I caught it though, because I rock hardcore.
I'm soooo hungry. I haven't eaten since this afternoon and everyone knows when you're pleasantly hungover you tend to eat more. Not today, buddy. I am hungry. There's no food at my apartment either ... except for a large loaf of bread that is hard to jam into the toaster and always starts burning. Wait, that doesn't sound right. I don't put the whole loaf of bread in there, but ... nevermind. I'm too lazy to correct my mistakes at this point.
I miss Charlotte, and Savannah. I miss my kitties and my puppies. I miss my friends, my Mommy's food, and my Daddy's smile. I miss a lot of things. But Chicago is definitely starting to feel like home, which I never thought it would. Aaah, happiness.
And now, I've just written a completely random livejournal entry.
Kick ass.
love much
Anyway, everything is just random right now.
In other news, I got attacked by a flying pumpkin last night that literally made me catch air and fall on my ass. I caught it though, because I rock hardcore.
I'm soooo hungry. I haven't eaten since this afternoon and everyone knows when you're pleasantly hungover you tend to eat more. Not today, buddy. I am hungry. There's no food at my apartment either ... except for a large loaf of bread that is hard to jam into the toaster and always starts burning. Wait, that doesn't sound right. I don't put the whole loaf of bread in there, but ... nevermind. I'm too lazy to correct my mistakes at this point.
I miss Charlotte, and Savannah. I miss my kitties and my puppies. I miss my friends, my Mommy's food, and my Daddy's smile. I miss a lot of things. But Chicago is definitely starting to feel like home, which I never thought it would. Aaah, happiness.
And now, I've just written a completely random livejournal entry.
Kick ass.
love much