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so pj has a livejournal and i want to add him as a friend so badly but i'm feeling odd about it right now. i don't want pj to know for some reason when really, everyone knows about my little *ahem* embarrasment in their eyes.

so why am i having so many problems with pj? i love pj. he rocks so hard and i would adore to have him as a friend.

argh. why do i feel so...uneasy right now?

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so pj has a livejournal and i want to add him as a friend so badly but i'm feeling odd about it right now. i don't want pj to know for some reason when really, everyone knows about my little *ahem* embarrasment in their eyes.

so why am i having so many problems with pj? i love pj. he rocks so hard and i would adore to have him as a friend.

argh. why do i feel so...uneasy right now?

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So much stuff to do that I don't want to do. Two Tennessee Williams plays, 4 chapters of Ed. Psych. Probably a bunch of Holocaust stuff as well. Papers in three of the four classes. Yeah. So What am I doing instead? Looking for Tenacious D lyrics. Look! Wonderboy!

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So much stuff to do that I don't want to do. Two Tennessee Williams plays, 4 chapters of Ed. Psych. Probably a bunch of Holocaust stuff as well. Papers in three of the four classes. Yeah. So What am I doing instead? Looking for Tenacious D lyrics. Look! Wonderboy!

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okay. so i ripped the beatle!sync ym poster that was on my shade because the shade spun up and ripped it. i'm sniffling because the ferrets are upset. which is just so sad that i care so much about the fake ferrets.but they're sad! and i had peanut butter twix for breakfast at oh...2:30 in the afternoon. i'm on Act 1, scene 3 in A Streetcar Named Desire and i do believe i shall be spamming lj today because i don't want to do my work.

i miss dayse. ::pouts:: why'd she have to go home for thanksgiving? oh right. parents made her. ::pouts more::

i think i might dress and shower and stuff. and i think i'll take waryne and brielle up on their going out thing. it might be fun. i should call waryne later then.

hmm...i want waffles. or eggs. yes, eggs are good.

::wanders off to make eggs::

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okay. so i ripped the beatle!sync ym poster that was on my shade because the shade spun up and ripped it. i'm sniffling because the ferrets are upset. which is just so sad that i care so much about the fake ferrets.but they're sad! and i had peanut butter twix for breakfast at oh...2:30 in the afternoon. i'm on Act 1, scene 3 in A Streetcar Named Desire and i do believe i shall be spamming lj today because i don't want to do my work.

i miss dayse. ::pouts:: why'd she have to go home for thanksgiving? oh right. parents made her. ::pouts more::

i think i might dress and shower and stuff. and i think i'll take waryne and brielle up on their going out thing. it might be fun. i should call waryne later then.

hmm...i want waffles. or eggs. yes, eggs are good.

::wanders off to make eggs::

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okay. i've finished A Streetcar Named Desire. i'll write the paper for that book, shower, and then go read The Glass Menagerie. *sigh* no more tennessee williams, please. i'm so tired of his stuff....


edit: i don't have a paper for that one. sweet. looks like i'll skip right to the shower and then The Glass Menagerie

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okay. i've finished A Streetcar Named Desire. i'll write the paper for that book, shower, and then go read The Glass Menagerie. *sigh* no more tennessee williams, please. i'm so tired of his stuff....


edit: i don't have a paper for that one. sweet. looks like i'll skip right to the shower and then The Glass Menagerie

ferret love!

the ferrets are happy again! but now justin is upset. argh. i swear i shouldn't be so caught up in this today.

on other notes. i am about halfway done The Glass Menagerie and hopefully by the time i'm done it i will be able to spell 'menagerie' without looking at the book for the spelling. it's the little things that make me proud. and le sigh, i do have a paper to write for this one. boo. hiss. no good.

i also need to figure out something for dinner so my father doesn't starve. *rolls eyes* yeah. that'll happen. there's still poptarts and ice cream sandwichs in the house. if i don't feed him, he'll just have that for dinner. yes he is five. why do you ask?

ferret love!

the ferrets are happy again! but now justin is upset. argh. i swear i shouldn't be so caught up in this today.

on other notes. i am about halfway done The Glass Menagerie and hopefully by the time i'm done it i will be able to spell 'menagerie' without looking at the book for the spelling. it's the little things that make me proud. and le sigh, i do have a paper to write for this one. boo. hiss. no good.

i also need to figure out something for dinner so my father doesn't starve. *rolls eyes* yeah. that'll happen. there's still poptarts and ice cream sandwichs in the house. if i don't feed him, he'll just have that for dinner. yes he is five. why do you ask?

twirling! always twirling towards the future!

lalala

::twirls like nick::

god, i'm bored. i seem to have given up on The Glass Menagerie (whee! spelled that on my own that time) for now. i was making icons because i was bored but then my computer decided to have a nice cascading failure. first word went. then photoshop. then explorer itself. wheee! i love windows. fuck you very much bill gates.

so i'm on the laptop now and working on the JC thing which shall henceforth be known as Portrait of an American Family and shall most likely never be posted. i'm also obsessively reloading lj and still contemplating making food for my father. so far my thoughts are no on that. but i'm sure if he starts whining i will.

::twirls again::

whoo! dizzy. god i need help. i think i'll go call waryne. i almost WANT to listen to him talk for hours on end about his life. or i could clean. i have to clean to get money. hmm...yes. cleaning might be good. well, it's bad but good in that it will gain me some moolah. i need moolah.

i need crack too but that's expensive. i wonder if i have any pot stashed anywhere.

meh...

i'm leaving.

::twirls away::

twirling! always twirling towards the future!

lalala

::twirls like nick::

god, i'm bored. i seem to have given up on The Glass Menagerie (whee! spelled that on my own that time) for now. i was making icons because i was bored but then my computer decided to have a nice cascading failure. first word went. then photoshop. then explorer itself. wheee! i love windows. fuck you very much bill gates.

so i'm on the laptop now and working on the JC thing which shall henceforth be known as Portrait of an American Family and shall most likely never be posted. i'm also obsessively reloading lj and still contemplating making food for my father. so far my thoughts are no on that. but i'm sure if he starts whining i will.

::twirls again::

whoo! dizzy. god i need help. i think i'll go call waryne. i almost WANT to listen to him talk for hours on end about his life. or i could clean. i have to clean to get money. hmm...yes. cleaning might be good. well, it's bad but good in that it will gain me some moolah. i need moolah.

i need crack too but that's expensive. i wonder if i have any pot stashed anywhere.

meh...

i'm leaving.

::twirls away::

updates...

so my father just came up to my room and asked what i was planning on doing for dinner. i asked him what he wanted and he turned it back on me and asked what i wanted. i said we could fend for ourselves since it's just the two of us. he pouted and kind of scuffed his feet against my rug and said something about maybe going out to get food. ::shakes head:: i swear. five. honest. i love my father dearly but he honestly can't survive by himself anymore. my mother does everything for him. i've seen him eat poptarts instead of making a sandwich even though my mother has put everything out on a plate so all he has to do is assemble it. nope. he'll eat poptarts instead. raw too. he won't even take the time to toast them himself.

oh. and he dissed Nine Inch Nails again, saying that it was not very good and annoying.

pfft. whatever. Nine Inch Nails rocks.

updates...

so my father just came up to my room and asked what i was planning on doing for dinner. i asked him what he wanted and he turned it back on me and asked what i wanted. i said we could fend for ourselves since it's just the two of us. he pouted and kind of scuffed his feet against my rug and said something about maybe going out to get food. ::shakes head:: i swear. five. honest. i love my father dearly but he honestly can't survive by himself anymore. my mother does everything for him. i've seen him eat poptarts instead of making a sandwich even though my mother has put everything out on a plate so all he has to do is assemble it. nope. he'll eat poptarts instead. raw too. he won't even take the time to toast them himself.

oh. and he dissed Nine Inch Nails again, saying that it was not very good and annoying.

pfft. whatever. Nine Inch Nails rocks.

you mexican, you!

so i was on the phone with waryne making plans for tonight, when his three year-old niece starts telling him that he's not an amercan. which you know, made everyone laugh until she started calling him a mexican because he's not an american. a few minutes of this and waryne starts getting tired of a three year-old calling him names. so he puts his mom on the phone and goes chasing after casey. his mom gives me a running summary of it, including when casey started calling waryne a stinky irish boy. and then she told him he was a stinky head with a big butt. i believe it was at this time he gated her and omar and came back on the phone.

so in short, i'm going out with waryne, brielle, karen, and kevin tonight. which just rocks the shit, yo. we're all totally broke so we're just going to wander around the city.

and i checked the weather, and this makes me happy: unseasonably cold. woo! it's going to be in the 40s tonight. cold weather is the shit, yo.

i think it's a good thing i'm getting out of the house...

look! jc and chris arguing about baby names...cause i'm on crack, yo!

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you mexican, you!

so i was on the phone with waryne making plans for tonight, when his three year-old niece starts telling him that he's not an amercan. which you know, made everyone laugh until she started calling him a mexican because he's not an american. a few minutes of this and waryne starts getting tired of a three year-old calling him names. so he puts his mom on the phone and goes chasing after casey. his mom gives me a running summary of it, including when casey started calling waryne a stinky irish boy. and then she told him he was a stinky head with a big butt. i believe it was at this time he gated her and omar and came back on the phone.

so in short, i'm going out with waryne, brielle, karen, and kevin tonight. which just rocks the shit, yo. we're all totally broke so we're just going to wander around the city.

and i checked the weather, and this makes me happy: unseasonably cold. woo! it's going to be in the 40s tonight. cold weather is the shit, yo.

i think it's a good thing i'm getting out of the house...

look! jc and chris arguing about baby names...cause i'm on crack, yo!

( Baby names )