So I was sitting here absentmindedly, when, low and behold, I see my reading glasses! And now that I have made myself a rather extravagant pitcher of coffee (I'm only exaggerating a little), I am so inspired that I have decided to get a head start on my homework. And by head start, I mean that I'm starting it before tomorrow night. I'm amazed at my own dedication. Now, back to work.
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
my room smells like tuna
I've been doing a lot of thinking these past couple of days (not really), and here's what I've come up with:
-I actually don't hate children as much as I thought I did. When the little neighbor girl smiled at me, my heart was riddled with warm fuzzies.
-I do, however, hate creepy men who stand outside Dimple and loudly whisper perverse things.
-Also, it's not lupus.
Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone.
-I actually don't hate children as much as I thought I did. When the little neighbor girl smiled at me, my heart was riddled with warm fuzzies.
-I do, however, hate creepy men who stand outside Dimple and loudly whisper perverse things.
-Also, it's not lupus.
Have a good Thanksgiving, everyone.
Tuesday, November 18, 2008
Moreton Bay
Doesn't that sound like a nice place to be? A nice, calm meadow-y place where one can sleep under the stars without the fear of bears dragging you away into a dark abyss. Unfortunately, I do not know of such a place. But if you do, you should tell me and we can escape to this nice little place and live happily ever after.
Well, no. Besides, the origins of the song is quite depressing - it was in Ned Kelly, which is about a famous Australian outlaw and well, he dies. Obviously, because it was a long time ago. No! I mean he gets killed, even though there was a petition to, you know, NOT kill him.
Actually, that was a pretty decent movie. It made me almost appreciate the girly ways of Orlando Bloom.
Right. I should be doing homework or writing an essay or sleeping or something. Maybe studying for that French quiz thing tomorrow. But the world fascinates me so, and I just can't bear to close my eyes for even one second. Not even one! I hate exclamation points. Nothing is that interesting. Nothing! Wait. I think I have have contradicted myself in more ways than one. Oh, someone needs to distract me, considering I can just keep writing this garbage forever.
Well, no. Besides, the origins of the song is quite depressing - it was in Ned Kelly, which is about a famous Australian outlaw and well, he dies. Obviously, because it was a long time ago. No! I mean he gets killed, even though there was a petition to, you know, NOT kill him.
Actually, that was a pretty decent movie. It made me almost appreciate the girly ways of Orlando Bloom.
Right. I should be doing homework or writing an essay or sleeping or something. Maybe studying for that French quiz thing tomorrow. But the world fascinates me so, and I just can't bear to close my eyes for even one second. Not even one! I hate exclamation points. Nothing is that interesting. Nothing! Wait. I think I have have contradicted myself in more ways than one. Oh, someone needs to distract me, considering I can just keep writing this garbage forever.
Good luck tomorrow.
Sunday, November 16, 2008
revelations
Now, it might be bold to say, but I'm fairly certain Netflix and Criminal Minds were the best things ever invented. Ever.
Have a nice Sunday.
Have a nice Sunday.
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
laying bricks of silver
Hello Monsieur Blog, long time no see. What's been happening, you ask? Oh, well, in this shallow pond we call life, there have been no flies landing on the surface.
Nothing.
However, I've recently learned that life always looks brighter when your fingernails are painted in the butteriest yellow polish money can buy.
(Not mustard.)
Oh, how I've missed typing in your open box of patience. You can do no wrong, blogspot. I appreciate you for everything you are.
Nothing.
However, I've recently learned that life always looks brighter when your fingernails are painted in the butteriest yellow polish money can buy.
(Not mustard.)
Oh, how I've missed typing in your open box of patience. You can do no wrong, blogspot. I appreciate you for everything you are.
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