From cherie_morte::
Leave a comment saying, "COMMENT" and I will give you five words I associate with you. Then post about what they mean to you, along with this, at your journal.

( my answers back here )

Fully and entirely fuck you, ice.

I slipped, hardcore, on my way home and boy am I ever glad that no one saw. But I am not glad that I now have a concussion. FML.

Not going to talk about the play I checked out tonight.

Am going to mention how damn creative I am and how yummy tempura sweet potato is.

( This is an entry about what we did today )

I have never felt so bad from laughing ( Read more... )

Oh. My. Face ( Read more... )

Okay, I was flipping through the October 2004 issue of Seventeen magazine, looking for good designs I can make buttons out of, and I saw an ad of 'bare', and it really upset me because the damn thing got cancelled before I go to go and see it.

And I can't even make a button out of it because it's too small.

't' is a wacky letter.

-finished Writer's Craft Interview assignmet ( Read more... )

Wow, we went and saw Poochwater today, and I must say- good. Very good. I think I was the only one in the audience who didn't jump out of my skin when the second guy came flying through the door with his 'suitable weapon ( Read more... )

I am a terrible journal writer/keeper.

I have to say about the either.

Second semester started already. Mom and Al are leaving soon.

Also, we be buying tickets to go see Wicked.

Dun dun dun.

Last night was amazing. Me and Lia, or rather: Lia and I went to a show in Toronto, and we saw the show, and the show was really good.

Tilly [something... at, or and, or on] the Wall played first and they were fun. What with the stomping and dancing and the craa-azy guitar-er.

Guitarist. Whatever, you knew what I was talking about the ( Read more... )