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Sep. 13th, 2005 11:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
phthalombrageUp the block and around the corner!
Up yours, Independence Hall.
Damn. I procrastinate so much with these reading journals. What's the point?
Yeah, I need to learn the last section before math tests.
I hadn't eaten in 29 hours! I think I need to sleep, too. And shower.
School work dance. No break. Sucked. I live four or five lives in one.
Mary's antics saved me from insanity. Well, an increased degree of insanity that could posssibly reduce me to a small shivering heap. With broad shoulders. Thanks, mom.
I lost my stupid keys again! If you don't see me tomorrow, it's either because I lost my keys and couldn't start my car, or because I lost them, found them, and gouged out my eyes with them.
Oh wait, there they are.
Never mind.
*grin*
And I forgot to buy hairnets again.
And I'm on a neverending quest for my vocab book.
I really am making a terrible mess of this "life" thing...
Making macaroni necklaces is quite therapeutic.
I hate life!!! becomes: each noodle follows another down the white path of truth. They're curved like little rainbows!
It's like a candy necklace for really really hungry people.
Also kinda reminds me of a tapeworm. And a sine curve.
Nothing meaningful because LJ IS FOR DEPRESSED LOSERS.
Like myself.
Up yours, Independence Hall.
Damn. I procrastinate so much with these reading journals. What's the point?
Yeah, I need to learn the last section before math tests.
I hadn't eaten in 29 hours! I think I need to sleep, too. And shower.
School work dance. No break. Sucked. I live four or five lives in one.
Mary's antics saved me from insanity. Well, an increased degree of insanity that could posssibly reduce me to a small shivering heap. With broad shoulders. Thanks, mom.
I lost my stupid keys again! If you don't see me tomorrow, it's either because I lost my keys and couldn't start my car, or because I lost them, found them, and gouged out my eyes with them.
Oh wait, there they are.
Never mind.
*grin*
And I forgot to buy hairnets again.
And I'm on a neverending quest for my vocab book.
I really am making a terrible mess of this "life" thing...
Making macaroni necklaces is quite therapeutic.
I hate life!!! becomes: each noodle follows another down the white path of truth. They're curved like little rainbows!
It's like a candy necklace for really really hungry people.
Also kinda reminds me of a tapeworm. And a sine curve.
Nothing meaningful because LJ IS FOR DEPRESSED LOSERS.
Like myself.
