Actual updates to come soon. I have a bunch hand written as I did continue with this writing experiment of mine, I just never typed them up or posted them. hopefully that will change soon.

November 13, 2004 - sometimes paranoia is just perceptiveGeorgie Porgie is out to get me ( Read more... )

November 12, 2002 - Death to Homework! Viva la homework free life!Homework is the devil ( Read more... )

These will be continued...just have been juggling about five different writing projects at the moment, so this exercise momentarily lapsed. This weekend I vow to get the two entries I never posted up, if like, anyone actually cares about that abbot girl.

November 9, 2002 - The Doomsday Date

Technically, it’s November 10th, but I’m in no mood to split hairs with anyone, let alone a journal that shouldn’t sass me back.

Mental Note: If my journal ever actually gives me sass, it’s time to talk to Doctor Jack about putting me on some fun brain candy to combat schizophrenia.

Mental Note 2: Under ( Read more... )

November 8, 2002 - Fridays officially suck my big toe!The rest of my Friday did not progress any better once lunch was over ( Read more... )

November 7, 2002 - Debauchery is not for everyone“I want to behave decadently,” Gwen stated. She does this from time-to-time. Make bizarre declarations that have no bearing on any conversation we’ve been having whatsoever. Like the time we visited the White House with my father and she randomly stated, “Burger King definitely has the best ( Read more... )

November 6, 2002 - the horrors of biologyConversations should NOT begin with, “Isn’t this interesting.” They especially should not begin this way if the person instigating said conversation does not say anything else afterward. Like, “isn’t this interesting how you smell of roses” or “isn’t this interesting, you’ve got a potato sticking out of your ( Read more... )

November 5, 2002 - trials and tribulations of dealing with a cheerleaderDesperation thy name is Megan Thatcher ( Read more... )

November 4 - the firstMy rinky-dink shrink decided that I needed somewhere to expunge the remnants of those days that haunt my soul nightly. He didn’t use those exact words, mind you. More like, “Jot down some of these thoughts before they consume you, Lynn, and maybe you’ll be able to sleep” but I’ve always preferred the melodramatic to the ( Read more... )