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Thursday, March 22, 2001
I hate idiots! Especially those online sex fiends or ppl with the screen name EastSideThuGirl or something to that liking. This one guy I guess thinks he can mess with me, but I turn the table around and make him see how stupid his logic is. Here's the convo we had: Bigdickinumoth: hello He did it to **** around with people hmm? And he says he's not that readable... *sigh* idiots. And if I'm not supposed to take it literally then what am I supposed to take it as? I don't want the imagry of his screen name in my head! Why couldn't his screen name had been "NotSoReadable" or "HukdOnEboniksWrksFoMe"? Yes I am a siffnecked beotch. If you have any problems with that then you'll have to find a way to deal with it because I am not scared to stand up for my standards. Wednesday, March 21, 2001
From the back of your big brown eyes I knew you'd be gone as soon as you could And I hoped you would We could see that you weren't yourself Saw you last night You're the magic that holds the sky up from the ground Saw you last night Saw you last night That's the song I'm currently listening to. It's sooo pretty. I absolutely adore Ben Folds Five. Tuesday, March 20, 2001
To be, or not to be, that is the question. To be what? I don't have a clue. To be popular? No, don't want to go there. Popular people are mean, for the most part. Unpopular? Already there. Rich? Ha! Never in my lifetime will that happen. Especially with my career choices... artists are poor because they're never noticed until their dead, then their FAMILIES become rich, not the artist. Strong? Phisically I'm never gonna reach that point. Metally, I'm trying. A rebel? Nah, I'm too submissive for that. A slut? Haha. There's enough of those going around on this planet, I don't think it needs anymore. 'Sides, they're fun to make jokes about. So what am I supposed to be? I do not know. Why am I typing this? Again, I don't know. Just random thoughts fumbling through my head. Feel free to ignore me. I found this interesting thing while looking at profiles on AIM (yes I was extremely bored). It's from AerisOD. Please note, this is not for the bourgeois reader. And please don't read into, just read. Suicide is the height of optimism ...Except for the boy in the belfry Now all that she wants is 3 little whishes Wanna ruin someone's life? Tell them you love them Don't go "awww Dot I'm here for ya" or try to figure out anything. I just found this interesting to read. And quite true in some cases. Sad eh? Wednesday, March 14, 2001
Yes I feel good. I feel like I am accomplishing stuff. And to make things even better... I now have a pack of cont� crayons. They're nifty. Tuesday, March 13, 2001
Rap rhymes with crap. Why? Because it is crap. In fact, "rap" is in "crap" see crap. I told you so. Thanks Beth for the revelation. This proves my theory that rap music is truely crap.
Today the evil hotdog that's orbiting around the earth could not emmit it's rays of beefiness because it was cloudy outside. It rained like crazy yeterday. I could have sworn it was raining cocktail weenies... But because of the rain it was hot and extremely humid! I thought I was going to pass out! Then I went on a field trip w/ the art classes to see other student's abstract artwork presented at the FSU Museum of Art. Was any of my work there? No. Why? Because my teacher never picked it up off the table. *sigh* Cursed hotdog!!
I wanted to give a big pat on the head to Chang for being the ONLY person to respond to the contest we had in a previous entry. He tried to sound all smart but we were on to you and your games!! Well I don't know what I'm talking about... but anyways he was rewarded the Holy Grail and hopefully I can conjure up something else to show my gratitude for him attempting to figure it out. Also thanks to Pocket Lint and this other dude who's name is too wierd for boosting my self esteem! I have low esteem as it is... well not really but any comments are appreciated... as long as they're positive!! Sunday, March 11, 2001
I can't help but think that we exist here on this earth simply to make blundering fools out of ourselves. --Me |