i can graduate a year early!&*@%

[note: many other things have transpired, but i just randomly had the urge to share this one.]

by the way, i'm not going into hiding so if you wish to email me or contact me in some other way, you're always welcome to.

daddy didn't pay the cable bill. internet no worky, for now. no, i'm not dead.

and the peasants rejoiced.

(i've got nothing to say).

anyone know of any good robot poems?

(yes, that's right. for speech and debate, i'm doing a poetry interp about robots. (!))

sorry this journal has been boring lately. meh.

so jon and i challenged eachother to a doodle-match.

first assignment:
who can best represent squiggles of happiness?

mine:


his


second assignment:
In doodle form, to the best of your abilities, represent Mercantilism.

mine:


his:



YOU DECIDE. who won?

god angrily clarifies "don't kill" rule

so. i'm just reminding everyone that this journal is friends-only (so log in, and befriend me if you haven't).

i fell asleep on a cookie, and it was some of the best sleep i've ever had (i guess this means i'm not a princess).

in other news... well, i'm at work. i am unable to get online at home because my sister moved out, and i was not there to remind her that... hey, her computer's our server, and she's got our hub. that, and windows is a dirty whore.
oh. i suppose i didn't mention that my sister was moving out. that fact hasn't quite hit me yet and i doubt it will soon because i see her just as much as when she lived here.

also, don't watch fight club if you have to work the following morning.

The internet is broken. :(
No worky.
:(

I am taking a poll: Should I cut my hair short and euro-trash-esque, dye it black, and put red streaks in it? Er, I don't have any really recent pictures but my hair goes down to my lowerback and is thick, can be curly when i tell it to be, and many people have said they were jealous and such and such.

If you're reading this, you most likely stumbled across my livejournal and may not know me well, if at all. Er. Unless you regularly read my journal. Anyhow, yeah, this entry is directed at the people who just now came across my tasteless excavation, and are curious, or simply bored. If I intrigue you in the least, please please please add me to your friends list, I will notice that you have done so, and I shall add you to mine. Oh, and I almost forgot the most important part. I am writing this because all of my entries are friends-only, and have been for quite a while.
That is all.

Once again, I would like to remind everyone that my computer clock is rather disagreeable and not terribly accurate (at all). I would fix it, but it would just break again.

Lost and found is now a community, and is now at: http://www.livejournal.com/community/lost_and_found
contact me if you would like to join.

Alright. I've created a new journal (lost_and_found), devoted to things I've found. I will post things other's submit. I will add my own, every week. I will see how it goes.
I've been considering doing this on a larger scale for quite some time, so this is really just a testing ground.
Please spread the word about it, link to it in your own journals, etc. I'd really like to see how it turns out.

I just ate pudding out of a petri dish.
What? It was clean.

Maybe I should go outside so I can run into Sky again.
Every time I leave the house, I run into him.
Every time.
It's getting ridiculous.
And I still don't know him nearly as well as I'd like to.

My fingers are numb. I did, however, make up for a week of not practicing cello (while I was gone). Hurts... to... type...

Anyone know of any good foreign films? Trying to organize film club party thing, that is the theme. kind of broad, but meh. I just need suggestions.

I am going to go play zelda and eat tater tots now.

(chimpoo) i actually pay moRlly to come to #tmbg
(chimpoo) and talk to me
So. I finally finished it. Resentment.org and att@home are being whores, so I cannot post it.
I never have anything interesting to say, when I'm not laying in bed half-asleep.
I have been very boring lately. And it is frustrating me. ROAR.

A night for dancing on rooftops
tonight
for shouting (leaping from couch to chair)
your ecstatic rage
about how your skull doesnt fit.
Tonight!
a night for putting pen to page
making a point of writing REALLY LOUD
for all the world to hear
tonight,
we'll draw frantic diagrams
on half-erased chalkboards
you see, and here's what we'll do
A night...
A week? Forget all your plans
tonight we'll make mushroom clouds
and we'll never quit!

i am sick of staying home alone, writing 'so true!' in margins of On the Road.