tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63549042011-04-21T19:31:48.071-05:00soft.and.gentle"If I had to choose a way to die, it'd be with you, in a goosebump infested embrace."Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comBlogger621100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1114450758488941492005-04-25T12:38:00.000-05:002005-04-25T12:39:18.490-05:00Check Out:THISI love you blogspot. No matter where I stray too:DMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108509527596017382005-02-15T16:56:00.000-06:002005-02-15T17:18:47.596-06:00An Ode to a Black Car Day...I have had an awful day. It has been one of "those" days. Why do people say that? What does a "those" day mean? Maybe the reason we have crappy days is to make good days look good. If we didn't have days like these, are good days would no longer look good. They would just be days.So last night, I started to watch Sky Captain, and the something of tomorrow, or Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108499311550949222005-02-15T14:28:00.000-06:002005-02-15T14:28:31.553-06:00I am working on my blog. Now go away and leave me alone...Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1108350018615196002005-02-13T20:15:00.000-06:002005-02-13T21:00:18.616-06:00No lyrics this time.I couldn't find any to fit my mood. I guess because I can't figure out my mood. I am in the midst of watching Law and Order Criminal Intent. This episode is about criminal abuse, so sad. My shoulders ache. I worked out this evening. Roughly a half an hour ago. I have been so busy as of late. Tomorrow I have two tests and a speech and it is Valentine's Day. It is goingMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1107305082287933582005-02-01T18:30:00.000-06:002005-02-01T22:30:27.880-06:00I think that it's brainless to assume that making changes to your window's view will give a new perspective.
So here I am, listening to Death Cab and The Postal Service and a little bit of Thursday thrown in for flavor. I've been listening to The Spill Canvas like crazy, today I am trying to go a whole day without listening to them. I do love Death Cab though, so that helps. I am about ready Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1106725930439459322005-01-26T01:43:00.000-06:002005-01-26T01:54:35.483-06:00When sleep is too far away...
Things I like:
-99 cent black nail polish-to feel artsy
-Animal Planet-to feel all fuzzy and compassionate
-Sigur ros-to sleep or think (when sleep won't come)
-Miles and Holly-for inspiration
-Gavin (my stuffed frog)-for love
-Saul Williams-to feel anything at all
-12 dollar Hello Kitty Hoodie-to stay warm
-National Geographic Channel-to feel smart
-Garden State Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1106285697781936782005-01-20T23:22:00.000-06:002005-01-20T23:34:57.780-06:00I'm listening to Green Eyes (Coldplay). I love, love, love this song. It's one of my favorites:)
I think I may have the flu. I have been ill all day...and I've thrown-up several times. All day long I have been wondering how on earth I could have gotten the flu. I mean, don't you have to get it from someone. But now that I think about it, someone has to start it. I mean, it has to come Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1104900266185274812005-01-04T22:23:00.000-06:002005-01-04T22:44:54.843-06:00Some say a comet will fall from the sky. Followed by meteor showers and tidal waves.
Followed by faultlines that cannot sit still. Followed by millions of dumbfounded dipshits.
Wow. Go me. Yea, Megan figured out the comments. Quite a task I might add.
I finally figured out my schedule for next semester. It took forever, and surprisingly was quite the mosquito by my ear. I have a rep for Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1101881155220508662004-11-30T23:27:00.000-06:002004-12-01T01:29:23.166-06:00Every addiction, she said, was just a way to treat this same problem. Drugs or overeating or alcohol or sex, it was all just another way to find peace. To escape what we know. Our education. Our bite of the apple.
Ok, well, I didn't want to post again until I had my comment section up. But, haven't quite gotten that far yet.
How is life? Or lack of it?
Exciting news in my life: Going toMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1100891465559199412004-11-19T13:59:00.000-06:002004-11-19T13:11:05.560-06:00What? You guys thought I could stay away forever???
So yea, I took my break. Big freaking deal. I am so fickle. You should have known I was coming back. Why mess with perfection:D Or not...
My life, or so it seems, is about as stable as....well...I got nothin.
I could stay in bed for days. I should really keep a tally of how many times I say that on my site. In any case...
Here I am Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1098717895962609382004-10-25T10:15:00.000-05:002004-10-25T10:31:23.203-05:00"The time has come," the Walrus said, "To talk of many things..."
Well guys, this is it. The last post. The last post for awhile anyways. No more comments. No more reading tid bits about my dull, uneventful life.
Thank you all for eveything you have done for me. Thank you for all the advice and help you have provided me.
I cherish all the memories I have been given.
I wish you all a Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1097865780926762352004-10-15T13:37:00.000-05:002004-10-15T13:43:00.926-05:00People I Hate (version 1):
-Paul
-People who talk a lot during movies
-People who only talk about themselves
-Horny, cocky guys
People I Don't Hate (version 1):
-Nice, polite boys
-People who don't talk during movies
-People who care about those around them
-People who give lots of hugs
Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1097203654923793582004-10-07T21:30:00.000-05:002004-10-07T21:47:34.923-05:00Do you know how long I've waited? To look up from below, just to find someone like you?
I should be doing my homework. Because that's what a devoted college student does. But instead I am blogging, eating pizza, and listening to the Used. I have been listening to them like crazy lately...THE CONCERT IS COMING. I am not on duty tonight-and it rocks. But I am on duty tomorrow night; I Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096915319245234662004-10-04T13:14:00.000-05:002004-10-04T14:13:47.110-05:00I'll grow old and start acting my age. I'll be a brand new day in a life that you hate. A crown of gold. A heart that's harder than stone. And it hurts a whole lot, but it's missed when it's gone.
Visual Basic is sooo boring...
Although it does provide me with the perfect break in the day to blog. I have nothing to do, and the pawn of satan (or tablet, whichever) beckons me.
Today is my Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096614887332992262004-10-01T02:02:00.000-05:002004-10-01T02:21:14.506-05:00Here I am, at 2 in the morning (I guess it's Friday now, but more like late Thursday night...but really Friday morning), blogging, when I should be sleeping. Especially since this weekend is Homecoming, and we all know what that means...
I guess I am doing it out of reasurrance. Reasurrance for what I do not know.
Am I the only one whose memories make them feel like vomitting? Either vomitting Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1096051689779712602004-09-24T13:03:00.000-05:002004-09-24T13:50:59.640-05:00Sitting in Visual Basic...it's my last class of the week-and it feels so good.
These tablets are evil. I don't think anyone pays attention in any of my classes. It's either chatting or surfing or checking email or painting or....
No big plans for the weekend...going to S.F tonight to get a dress/outfit/something decent to wear for coronation-on duty tomorrow-sleeping and homework on Sunday.
I Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095616539274793762004-09-19T13:23:00.000-05:002004-09-19T12:55:39.276-05:00Fading everything to black & blue. You look a lot like you'd shatter. In the blink of an eye. But you keep sailing right on through.
I know I said I wasn't going to blog for awhile, but I don't think I should let people keep me from blogging. It's my blog, don't read it if you can't handle what it says.
I went and visited my grandma on Friday. I love Grandma. She got a haircut; I love how soft Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095281070599069462004-09-15T15:31:00.000-05:002004-09-15T15:44:30.600-05:00Wow, this is a record, three blogs in a week.
I feel like every chance to leave is another chance I should have took.
It's amazing how one little event could make you appreciate everything more.
My favorite season is fall. I love fall. It's like how some people like needles. Fall makes me hurt more than anything in the world, but it's a hurt I love and a hurt that I crave. My heart Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095212296168632032004-09-14T20:10:00.000-05:002004-09-14T20:38:50.736-05:00Here I am...writing again...
At a certain someone's request *Jenny*
Pretty sure I could listen to Bush forever...
Anyways, I just wrote my very first program! Woohoo for me! Well, actually I am lying, it is technically my third program, but it is the first I have written on my own...well actually that is a lie too, a girl from my floor helped me a lil bit...but not very much so it doesn't Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1095103837958664072004-09-13T13:58:00.000-05:002004-09-13T14:32:25.613-05:00I guess it's time for my weekly post. I am going to try to blog weekly; I figure it is an attainable goal, not too high, not too low.
It's amazing how much a person can miss by sleeping 2 days in a row. After coming down from an excessive crank binge, one needs to sleep several days in a row to feel human again.
Actually, I didn't sleep the weekend away. I am lying. However, I was a lazy pile Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094764587591940672004-09-09T15:25:00.000-05:002004-10-01T14:47:12.016-05:00What are the odds that she would fall in love with a 28 year old married guy with 3 kids? She could never look at him in the face, then he would know she was staring. She would only look at his shoes. Brown sandals. He had a tattoo on his calf, but she didn't know what it meant. She always wanted to ask...but never did.
He wrote a poem once during class. She tried to peer over nonchalantly. She Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094491179035475342004-09-06T13:02:00.000-05:002004-09-06T12:19:39.036-05:00One minute I'm watching Fight Club, the next I am surrounded by children in psychedelic clothing waiting patiently as I stick needles through their faces.
What a crazy fucking dream. But wait, my eyes feel like I was the victim of Chinese torture, you know the one where they cut off your eye lids and make you lie in the sun. What kind of sick asshole would do that to me? Once I get over the Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1094149987367324692004-09-02T13:18:00.000-05:002004-09-02T15:41:29.076-05:00An Ode to Java City...
Another year has commenced. I feel so guilty about not blogging as of late, but now I don't have any excuse not to, since I received my neat-o tablet...which works sometimes. DSU is a great technology school (sarcasm). I hope I don't offend anyone, I know lots of people put in hard work to benefit our school.
I have been so busy lately; that seems to be a theme in my Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1090782907669163072004-07-25T13:59:00.000-05:002004-07-25T14:15:07.670-05:00Through the rain traffic. As you float into space. Your white eyes hide your face. As you float in between. I am with you - If you leave.
Things have been happening. My life prior to the past month was relatively simple. Ok, more like REALLY simple.
Anyways, don't want to go into detail. Don't much like the way the intro was going.
Jenny and I are good...which rocks because Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1090007010653310842004-07-16T14:34:00.000-05:002004-07-16T14:43:30.653-05:00*Title*
Well, here I am again. Still doing the same old shit I've been doing my whole life.
Still a spoiled rotten brat..self-absorbed...Still creating chaos and lying to myself...what else is new... Some things will never change.
Maybe this is fate...maybe I am supposed to do this...be like this...
I am a narcissist. Tell me I am fucking beautiful and I'll be your pet for life. TellMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1089433773933955042004-07-09T23:11:00.000-05:002004-07-09T23:29:33.933-05:00I have a new someone special in my life. No, Miles and I are still dating.
Haji. My new three-toed box turtle. She's a doll. Well, not literally a doll...she's a turtle. I mean she's a doll in the descriptive way, ie: personality and temperament. Anyways, totally off subject. Haji means "hold" in Japanese.
As soon as I can, I'll post some pics of her.
She's the new love of my life...Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1089172404880757692004-07-06T22:44:00.000-05:002004-07-07T09:00:00.990-05:00
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Don't worry, guys, I am still alive. Barely.
How was everyone's fourth of July? Mine was.....
I'm sorry for not posting as of late. I've been working a lot. For awhile I had two jobs and class, but now I am down to one job and no class.
But I have to be to work in several hours so I still need sleepMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1085850595374448032004-05-29T11:51:00.000-05:002004-05-29T12:09:55.373-05:00Well, Miles left for the weekend...so that means I get his tablet:):):) He was generous enough to lend it to me for the weekend. Woo Hoo for me.
I know I just posted yesterday, but now I actually have access to post...which in turn, means I HAVE to post.
Let's see...last night went to the Common Grounds (Madison's Coffee Shop) and watched Mason Blake perform. It was great, even got a free CDMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1085699616420089492004-05-27T17:08:00.000-05:002004-05-27T18:13:36.420-05:00Hello Friends.
I am sure everyone thought I was dead. But, once again, I fooled you all. Still here. In my bomb shelter. I figured I would take some time off and practice Buddhism and yoga all day long. But then I had to get a job, attend summer classes, and come out of hiding. Yeah...it sucks.
No, actually, it was more like since school ended I didn't have access to a computer. But Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1083731227514026492004-05-04T23:14:00.000-05:002004-05-04T23:49:28.590-05:00All I want is my freakin FAFSA done. It's not like I expect a lot from my mom, well, other than a financial safety net. My mom and I have an up and down relationship. I hate to get mad at her...well, maybe I am just more scared to get mad at her.
With my mom, you have to ask a year early to get anything done. I asked her a month ago to get her tax information, so I can do my FAFSA, so I haveMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1083354126570742542004-04-30T14:10:00.000-05:002004-04-30T14:46:24.936-05:00In a week from today I will be finished with my freshmen year of college. Who knew that it would go by so fast?! I feel so old.
I received an email from Ruth today. She sent me a picture of the baby. The baby's name is Mataya. Click this. The first pic. is Ruth with Mataya. She was born April 12, 2004.
Well, I know this is short, but I am moving into my new place today. So much work, Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1083180678608668342004-04-28T14:22:00.000-05:002004-04-28T14:46:30.293-05:00*Title*
Today started off like any other day. But, alas, looks can be deceiving.
After bio, I decided to go finish my lit paper, well, technically it's supposed to be a short summary about the poet we saw on Thursday. However, mine is a four page essay. And it's kick ass. So I better be getting hella extra credit. Anyways, so here I am, typing along, and Jenny pops up, soon followed by Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1083015455930213872004-04-26T16:24:00.000-05:002004-04-26T16:46:35.576-05:00*Title*
Here I am. Still avoiding phone calls....still living in my bomb shelter. And yes, I have a phone in my bomb shelter. My mom pays my cell phone bill...sometimes.
I just got done with lit class and I really just want to paint my nails blue. I forgot to write about the poet I saw on Thursday. He was great.
The "smart" kids had to give presentations today in lit. class while the restMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1082689264192869012004-04-22T21:47:00.000-05:002004-04-22T22:11:36.763-05:00The week is almost over. Thank God. It's not hell week until next week, but this week was definitely way worse then any hell week.
I went to a poet tonight, at the coffee shop in Madison, yes, Madison has a coffee shop. I was surprised too. Miles and I had to drive around for 45 min. to find it, but we finally did. They have pretty good beverages, I had a Italian Cream Soda and Miles had a Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1082493163684700912004-04-20T15:19:00.000-05:002004-04-20T15:43:37.763-05:00It had rained so much, when I arrived at Poli Sci, my notebooks and folders were all soggy. It made me so happy.
I love the rain. The weather today is beautiful, so perfect. I wish it was like this everyday. Days like these I don't mind being alone with my thoughts...I welcome them.
I hate growing up. I think my best writing was when I was in high school. Everything was so new and painfulMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1082403236760852502004-04-19T14:12:00.000-05:002004-04-19T14:48:58.793-05:00*Title*
After reading Miles' recent post I felt compelled to write about blogs too.
Blogging is a trend. Everyone blogs. I hate trends...but I blog. Where did my life go so wrong? But really, when you think about it, anything can be labeled as a trend. If several people do something, then it's a trend. For example, even rock can be defined as a trend....look at "punk" music; it's now moreMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1082147016169037352004-04-16T14:43:00.000-05:002004-04-16T15:28:03.186-05:00Usually I am angry, or depressed, or moody, or suicidal when I post.
Ha, NOT TODAY! Nope, I am sitting in the computer lab, by a slightly opened window, feeling the nice, cool breeze glide across my bare skin. What can be more wonderful then that?! Well...
I FOUND A PLACE TO LIVE!!! Yep, that's right. Now for those of you who don't know, this dilemma has been causing me lack of sleep andMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1081914048397100582004-04-14T14:45:00.000-05:002004-04-14T14:50:27.233-05:00I can hardly believe that school is almost over. The last couple weeks are so stressful!!!
I have had the flu for about a week now, but I think I am finally getting over it. I had the flu over Easter, yet the guilt of not speaking with my friends/ex-friends since Graduation, consumed me. So I sucked it up, and answered their pleas.
Saturday night I hung out with Ruth. She had her baby Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1081621137626711892004-04-10T13:04:00.000-05:002004-04-10T13:22:48.810-05:00No neat lyrics, no groovy links, just plain ole ramblings. I wish I could add all those spiffy lil extras I usually provide, but alas, with this computer you are lucky to get one window open at a time. In the time it took to load this page I had wrapped a present, ate some yogurt, and petted my dog. At the end of all that, it still wasn't loaded. I tried to send some e-cards, because that is Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1081191501497151562004-04-05T13:50:00.000-05:002004-04-05T14:25:04.030-05:00My favorite inside source. I'll kiss your open sores. Appreciate your concern. You'll always stink and burn.
I have just completed a brutal algebra test. When I arrived in the classroom I was pretty nervous, but when I sat down to start taking the test I started shaking, literally. My tummy felt all kinds of funny and my hands were shaking so bad I couldn't box my answers. My boxes are Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1080852472804293602004-04-01T14:21:00.000-06:002004-04-01T15:08:34.873-06:00Well, surprisingly I am actually going to post today. Well, I mean, I hope I am going to post today. Or rather, I hope I will finish this in time to post it.
I have exactly one half hour to write this. Which really would be enough time; that is, if you aren't using a 1980s Gateway computer with a keyboard that likes to work, sometimes. Oh yeah, and I'm eating Dairy Queen, which I find Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1080513960274711782004-03-28T16:16:00.000-06:002004-03-28T16:52:02.606-06:00Through the rain traffic, as you float into space. Your white eyes hide your face. As you float in between. I die with you, if you leave.
I guess I'd better write today, since this week will be just as crazy as last week.
Yesterday it rained; I love the rain. The rain reminds me of Okinawa. When it rains I feel beautiful. It was a bit drizzly today; it is still a bit overcast. I could Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1080159251700214612004-03-24T14:05:00.000-06:002004-03-24T14:18:30.843-06:00Ok, I'm going to make this short and sweet. I love you all, but I am unGodly (that looks odd with the "G" capitalized, but isn't God always supposed to be capitalized?!) busy this week. I have play every night until I bleed "The Trolley Song" and then I come home to oodles of homework. I know it sounds like I'm bitching, but I am really not, I just don't think I will find time to post this Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1079748442322986702004-03-19T19:30:00.000-06:002004-03-19T20:28:43.793-06:00Well, apparently the last blog was lame, whatever, chalk it up to lack of time. But anyways, here I am, Friday night, playing the dutiful/reformed girlfriend.
Evidently everyone has a blog. Who knew it was such a trend? Jenny, even "that one person" has a blog (think after speech class...). That was disheartening to discover. Naivete is a blessing in disguise. Maybe it's better to be Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1079555635393176512004-03-18T10:54:00.000-06:002004-03-18T10:57:56.356-06:00WOW! What a week?! And it's only Wednesday! Oh, before I forget, HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!
I love being Irish!
But anyways, on to the real EXCITING stuff (aka: my week thus far).
Monday~ Monday was a whirlwind of activity. Mostly just lame school related stuff. I had 4 meetings, one of which I didn't make it to, that would be yearbook, but I did make it to the other 3. Needless to say Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1079401655640236212004-03-15T19:31:00.000-06:002004-03-15T20:33:17.763-06:00The little girl loves stuffed animals. They feel.
The little boy loves to run. He feels his lungs explode.
The young female loves attention. She feels wanted when the boys penetrate her.
The young male loves to beat his girlfriend. He feels powerful.
The twenty-something woman loves to snort crank. She feels beautiful.
The twenty-something man loves to rob liquor stores. He feels such a Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1078171873373982422004-03-01T21:33:00.000-06:002004-03-01T23:58:03.450-06:00It seems to be the "thing" nowadays to write about your weekend. How junior high?! Well, whatever, I guess I might as well be a sheep. Sheep is singular right? Otherwise would it be "ship"..ex: I am a ship. or I am a sheep. Definately the latter. I am the best Eng. major ever. So, once again, I am a sheep. I will write about my weekend. "Sheep, you are all sheep." ~Can't Hardly Wait (Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077904957671980362004-02-27T11:32:00.000-06:002004-02-27T14:26:25.186-06:00As black as the night can get. Everything is safer now. There's always a way to forget. Once you learn to find a way how.
Don't you hate it when you are nice and comfy in the computer lab; when you have your own little secluded area, and some jackass sits directly behind you. This in turn ruins all concentration and you start to feel a bit insecure because you know he is staring at the Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077734549029432022004-02-25T12:19:00.000-06:002004-02-25T12:45:18.233-06:00Use me when you want to come. I've bled just to have your touch.
I honesty had all intentions of attending bio today, despite the fact that it is only lecture and she doesn't take attendance. I was really going to go, PROMISE!
I woke up to my alarm, hopped out of bed, gathered my shower stuff, and headed to the bathroom. This is when I saw my first dead body. It's really not as bad as one Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077567490510183682004-02-23T14:01:00.000-06:002004-02-23T14:39:33.966-06:00When I'm feeling tired, she pushed food through the door. I crawl towards the crest of light, sometimes I can't find my way.
Today starts another productive..or rather, un-productive week at school. Hmmm, the educational system. I love education. Actually, despite that being a sarcastic remark, I like education more this semester then last semester. I am understanding algrebra, attending Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077301037046952362004-02-20T11:55:00.000-06:002004-02-20T12:24:33.436-06:00Think of me sometimes, I'd never tell. Do you recognize me, think that you know me well? I think that you're changing, configurating. Destroyed the lines that fed the good to your heart.
This week went by so fast. It's nice to have only four days. Every school week should have only four days. I have been so lazy this week, next week will be better. I have been kickin' ass this semester, IMondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077162077534261042004-02-18T21:23:00.000-06:002004-02-18T21:43:57.496-06:00All your mental armour drags me down. Nothing hurts. like your mouth.
I should be doing my poli sci quiz and writing about South Dakota's congressmen. But I'm not. I haven't been into school at all today. In fact, I haven't been into much, at all today. Others have said I appear aloof or distance. Whatever, maybe I am. I keep focusing on random things. Like, Miles and I went to Jubilee Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1077081231899803772004-02-17T22:43:00.000-06:002004-02-17T23:18:27.700-06:00Today is February 17th. Yesterday was February 16th. Tomorrow is February 18th.
How's that for a kick ass intro?! Evasive, yet clear. Deep, yet penetrateable (hehe, naughty word-but I don't think it is an actual word....oh well this isn't Hon. Comp-right Jenny!). Ok, enough bull shit, you guys aren't here for shits 'n' giggles. This is a serious, smart, intellectual blog-one where people Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1076524639031703102004-02-11T14:16:00.000-06:002004-02-11T14:20:49.216-06:00SATURDAY IS VALENTINE'S DAY!!! I love Valentine's day! It is my second favorite holiday, next to Halloween (which is my first...). The majority of people I have conversed with have informed me as to how much they loathe Valentine's Day. Nonsense! Valentine's day is supposed to be happy, not sad:(! But, alas, I can see how many would find it depressing.
Well, I am here to CHEER all of you Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1076358845753874272004-02-09T14:13:00.000-06:002004-02-09T14:38:29.500-06:00It seems as though I mostly write on Mondays. That is not my intention. Mondays blow. I hate Mondays...and Tuesdays...and days in general. I think I write on Mondays because I have more time since the week has just started, or maybe it is just because I don't give a shit on Mondays. Probably more so, the latter.
I hate how fickle I am. I can never just stick with one thing (cept for Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1075843535716147602004-02-03T15:16:00.000-06:002004-02-03T15:38:20.576-06:00Rat Race is a horrible movie. Don't rent it. I had to for my lit class. Actually, the movie didn't really have to be Rat Race. The topic of the paper is comparing House of Mirth by Edith Wharton to a movie or TV show. Now, I bet you are all wondering why I picked Rat Race, well there is a catch to the topic. Technically, my professor would have liked a reality TV show, but I do not have Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1075753349879045232004-02-02T14:03:00.000-06:002004-02-02T17:46:54.640-06:00Well, it is another week. It has been almost a week since I last wrote. I am getting terribly lazy. I don't even have anything good to write about, so if you want to stop now, I completely understand, the following will be absolute crap.
Today is Groundhog's Day! It is one of the best, most celebrated holidays of the year (next to Christmas)! My plans for this G Day are: go to class, do Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1075221768562103142004-01-27T16:09:00.000-06:002004-01-27T16:12:03.670-06:00I know that I haven't written in awhile and my audience (aka: Jenny) is getting ansy. Well I would have posted yesterday...but I couldn't think of anything good to write about. I had a few awesome suggestions, like "Why porn is all the same" (thanks Jenny) and "Save the statues from acid rain" (thanks Catie), but I just couldn't seem to get into either one of those. So this morning as I was Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1074834086796748802004-01-22T22:35:00.000-06:002004-01-23T12:25:21.640-06:00I hate the smell of Subway. I just finished consuming mass quantities of bread, meat, and cheese, and now the stench is infiltrating my nose.
Perhaps I should explain, I worked at Subway for 8 months. "Yes, Megan had a job for 8 months..." Well, after sacrificing myself to the common people, so they would have food to eat and a nice, warm place to sit, I reeked of Subway. The average Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1074732317076034542004-01-21T18:04:00.000-06:002004-01-21T18:51:27.153-06:00I was sitting in biology 101 today...thoughts drifting, as they always do in that class. At first I thought about the usual..you know..."Driving long sharp nails through my eyes would be more enjoyable then this.." or "Does the person in front of me know that their dandruff is completely monopolizing their scalp..." but then my thoughts became more abstract. I don't know what must have Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1074636938590546792004-01-20T15:53:00.000-06:002004-01-20T16:30:51.543-06:00As I had promised, I am providing my multitude of readers (well, Jenny and Miles) with a post about how Guam is indeed still birdless.
I am giving all you wonderful people the opportunity to join Jenny and I over Spring Break, when we will bring life and sustenance to our dear friend Guam.
Guam has in fact been neglect of all bird life for years. Back during WWII, Americans "snuck" Brown Tree Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6354904.post-1074559262813728482004-01-19T18:26:00.000-06:002004-01-19T18:43:01.296-06:00Wow. So this is the internet. I am such a virgin. Technology is really frustrating. Maybe if I would have spent more time at home throughout my teenage years, I would have known how to turn a computer on when I arrived at the most technologically advanced school in this whole freakin state. I was one of those people who discovered Napster right as it started to suck, like when they were Mondayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18393232588731546398noreply@blogger.com