I was in a really pensive mood but it's pretty much passed b/c I spent so long "perfecting" the background colour. I hope you appreciate my efforts.
So yeah, thinking. I do it. More than my fair share I think. See there I go again. Thinking. What a concept. Hmmm.....
Had a little sports car 1948 so I took it around the cooooooooooooooooooooooor-ner.
Slammed on the brakes but the brakes didn't work.
Bumped into lady, bumped into man, bumped into policeman, man oh man.
Police car stopped me, put me in jail. All I had was gingerale.
How many bottles did I drink? 1/2/3/4/5/6/7/8/9/10...
Skipping was super fun when I was little. I especially liked double dutch. It was good fucking times.
Man, I am tired. Before I go, I would like to share the following. Do NOT go into the journalism office unless the secretary has had her coffee and possibly some prozac. "Can I help YOU?" she bellowed in her most condescending voice ever. As if I was a moron taking up her valuable time. I don't even understand. Whatever. I've had 3.5 hours of broken sleep since Sunday at 10 AM so I'm going to catch some zzz's to get me prepared for the 10 o'clock bus. I am also thinking about taking a grammar lesson. We shall see...
January 22, 12:54 AM.
PS: I love you all (for the most part in a non-sexual way)
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Yo! Yo! Yo! What's up? I am thinking of starting up some sort of hip web site. You know a la thespark.com. Maybe recruit some of my witty/funny/charming/sensitive/cool/hip/hot/unbalanced/etc friends to help out. What do you say? We could make tons of money, drop out of school and live a life of leisure with occasional work when we have to update the page. I think we could do it. It'd be super-good times. We'd need somebody with good internet propagation skills to assure word of the page got out. I'm not doing so well since only a few of my friends will be reading this. Maybe when I'm rich and famous ppl will flock to this hunk of junk to see how truly fabulous I was before I caught their interest. Whatever. Oh apathy!
I AM SCARED TO GET MY ANAL BACK!
There. I said it. I guess we'll find out just how poorly I did tomorrow. My stomach feels puky just thinking about it.
So I continue being psychic. It's really weird. I don't quite understand it. Something odd happened today but I don't remember. Oh well, I'll enumerate a few other happenings. About a week ago I was thinking "whatever happened to K-Mart? I never hear about it anymore." So what do I find in my New York Times Headlines? A story about K-Mart and bankruptcy. That's what! Very strange. Then yesterday I was writing an email to Turriffic and JB and I was typing that I was hoping JB would come by the door so I could talk to him and who walks by the door? JB, that's who! You guys had better be careful, I may be a witch.
I think I've filled my colour requirement for the night and I'm kinda tired so I'll leave things at that. Not loving you so much today. I think it's the depressing article I just read in Cosmo. *dismissive grunt*
January 23, 12:55 AM.
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Well, I wanted to become a recluse...
...oddly enough it isn't working out at all...
...seems ppl want to talk to me all of a sudden.
It is very strange indeed...
...I don't quite know what to make of it...
... I'll just have to try being reclusive again next week.
Well, that was creative. Sucked the energy right out of me! I am ridiculously tired so I guess I won't much go on. Just wanted to let everyone know I was alive and such and continually thinking about you. You are one sexy bitch. Got your nose! I also wanted to mention that CMF got a C on the last anal and SFN got a B+. Just so everyone knows, I had nothing to worry about. I got a B+ too. I shouldn't have been queasy over nothing. Just so Carleton journalism knows, it's super-easy to check other ppl's marks...or so I've heard. TTFN.
January 25, 3:01 AM.