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Song: Timberwolves At New Jersey
Mood: stare Odd....
The chair's creaking, my winamp is set on repeat, with only one song on the play list: Timberwolves At New Jersey. A empty bowl with the remainders of fruit smeared on it is currently hosting a small fork, similairly smeared, both laying between me and my faithfull computer "The Duke". And now, ladies and gentleman, the time has come for my first post.
Yes i know, nerd alert, who starts their journal like that? Well, I do, so screw off. I suppose i should do something really monumental for the first post but, i can't think of anything. I'll just tell you all my deep dark little problems of the moment.
I still havn't started this really good book i've been meaning to read, called "A Short History Of English Literature"
I have two days to do an entire FLA *french language arts (yay french immersion)* project because i've been procrastinating for weeks.
One of my best friends is having a mental breakdown, and still manages to put on a happy face and make everyone laugh.
I really need to lose weight, i've shot up to 12o lbs., which is just plain sad.
I really have to pee.
On the up side:
"A short history of english literature" will still be around in a few days when i find time to read it.
I usually somehow manage to squeeze a good mark on projects i've rushed through, even if this one is basicly doing a paragraph of at least eight scentences as an answer for each of the questions that fill three sheets of paper, in french.
My friend will get over it, and maybe only have to go through a bit of therapy, but then again most of my friends will neep therapy, including me.
I'll try walking to school more (eeeuugghhh up hill) and eating less sweeties.
I'll continue to ignore my bladder for years to come until i get some sort of infection and die a horrible painfull death and think back on this day and wonder what would have happened if i had just taken a goddam piss instead of sittinfg here on my fat ugly arse and type some shite that no one needs to, or really wants, to know.
You know what, maybe i'll just go piss, gimme 2 minutes.
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Back. I didn't wash my hands. So screw you.
Anyway, back to what i was doing, thinking (moderately) happy thoughts:
I bought a new pair of chucks, they're pretty danm awsome
I think i'm going to change the song on my winamp (finally) and listen to another song non-stop! That's a huge improvement for me; i've only been listening to this one for about 3 days. I was listening to Something Vague (bright eyes) for about a week before that. What ever shall i change it to?
hmmm, something with screaming, which pretty much leads to Connor. ooohh, wait, no screaming, then. I've decided to rediscover "Nothing Gets Crossed out" (download it, it's Bright Eyes).
""I know i should be brave but im just too afraid of all this change. And It's too hard to focas through all this doubt, i keep making these to-do-lists but nothing gets crossed out.""
thats all minions, see you tommorow, We'll be talking about Freud and why he did enough cocaine to kill a small horse.
(anyone who caught that very awsome quote, and tells me where it's from, wins a special prize: They get thier name and a picture of their choise on my journal. Very prestigious and stupid, i know, but i'm tired and i need to start that goddarn project, so right now im not going to take more of my precious time for you wonderfull wonderfull people.
Signed,
Rikoshima
 Riko` · Sat Oct 09, 2004 @ 09:58pm · 0 Comments |
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