i, my friends, have been restored with the electricity. for the rest of the nite i may just hang out with a light switch and flick it on and off, and watch it workbut for now, i must share my tales [which are going to be long, prepare yourselves] of having no school due to a natural disaster. and now we don't have school until next monday. hells ( Read more... )

and we live! i'll write about hurricane chuck later, pn the count of, we had so much fun ( Read more... )

that i need, like clean new sheets.
mhmm.

i went to the doctor today, and he told me i have an infection of the sinus sort. he stuck this foot-long needle with a light on the tip up my nose and it tickled like a siv. it's been going on for a while and that's where my headaches were coming from, because nothing was passing through my sinuses. ( Read more... )

tonite was f-u-n minus the 100 loud and embarrassing people in my house and my headache. but those things really didn't matter.

i couldn't wait, sun was up for far too long today.josh and i didn't really do much tonite, the same as usual i s'pose, but it was my dad's birthday so i had to stick around. and we still had fun. especially when he ( Read more... )

and we cut our hands as we open it.

i'm home. i like it in tallahassee, and i pretty much decided that i want to go to fsu, which makes a lot of things easier now. i had fun with my dad. we didn't fight once. did you see that? not once. i didn't drive because i got sick at work so i listened to my dad's bright eyes/neva dinova split and had ( Read more... )

too bad this weekend was so much fun. of course it would be, we already knew, but hot damn. i love SMG more than you. i don't care if no one reads this i just want to type everything because
1. i'm going to sit here cracking up typing it.
2. i want to remember it.

( here we go )

seriously, what gives?

i feel sad.
and i was feeling really happy tonite because shannon is feeling happy, and i had all sorts of positive things in my head.
now i seriously think i'm going to cry.

imagine that.

it's eight:fifty and i'm bored. this job is the suck ( Read more... )

i ripped this right off of shannon's journal.

but it's because she's my best friend, and i want the w o r l d to know.


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i don't understand myself. i will never, ever, ever understand the way i think, or why i do. i mean seriously, why would i think that? i'm too critical, yet i'm not critical enough. i let my brain just go!go!go! and i make things up, and i believe it. i make people out to be bad, when they aren't. i have lists that i follow, and past memories ( Read more... )