Things I learned today:
Laz-E-Boy will pay your sales tax.
There are those who can rap and those who cannot. Those who cannot need to stop. Now.
Asking a guy out at lunch is a really stupid thing to do.
My parakeet is no longer afraid to enter my room. I'm afraid new forms of life are developing in there.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 3:36 PM
Thursday, November 21, 2002
Strange how when you put on your headphones, turn up the volume until it's the only thing you can hear, and just look around you, everything seems like a movie with an awesome soundtrack. Maybe it's because when you block out everything else around you, you're forced to see your surroundings.
Basketball jerseys, I swear, are the stupidest ever. They're so baggy. But the arm holes are so dang long, you end up seeing half their upper chest anyway. The whole concept of the shirt is pointless.
It's stupid, I tell ya.
Molly: Let me part your hair, Landon. You look like a dog.
Sarah: Tappity tap! Ooooh, he missed.
Louis: Go my team! Oh, how fashionable am I?
Kelli: Eminem is so much better than Matchbox 20. Poll! Poll!
Me: (silent. listening to music.)
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:59 PM
Wednesday, November 20, 2002
Ha. Hahaha. See me laugh insanely.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 7:22 PM
Getting over someone/something is wonderful. For a time. For a time, you feel really carefree....you don't have to live up to any expectations anymore. You're just you, a singular unit. Oh, the utmost elation that ensues.
For the rest of time, however, you feel a bit of remorse. It is utterly impossible to be completely over something. No matter how small, they've shaped a bit of your life.
I'll miss you, k?
Censoring oneself can be bad. Censoring oneself can have added bonuses.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
That's my new mantra, after some talks with people that at the time I wanted nothing to due with.
I'm going to open myself up. I'm sick of being the quiet, shy, one in public when I'm not that way at all. So I'm going to suck it up, be myself, and not care anymore whether people like it or not. It's their problem not mine.
Hell, that sounded empowered.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 4:52 PM
Tuesday, November 19, 2002
I hate the concept of predetermination. It's the one thing I hate.
What if I poked you in the eye with a needle? Would you cry? Would you scream? Would you brush it off with, "It could have been worse?"
What if suddenly, everything you've ever known turns upside down. I mean like, literally upside down. Would you close your eyes? Would you develop a headache? Would you giggle?
What if I showed passion? Would you rather I was emotionless? Would you understand? Would you be passionate in return?
What if I was a different person than you thought me to be? Would you accept it? Would you be in shock? Would you deny the fact that I've changed? Deny the fact that I haven't changed at all?
Fresh squeezed by melly at 9:04 PM
I had a dream last night. It was a good dream. I was hanging out in a mall/highschool (it changed from time to time) with Louis, Lance, Nick, Meagan, and Mikaela. And I was completely happy.
A coldsore is forming on my upper lip.
"What's a siege?" asks Amberlee. "A surrounding, you know, to starve people and things. I think." replies Kerry.
"A honeydew is a melon?" muses Derek, "And it's green?"
"You make me laugh" says Molly. "Thanks, I know" Mary Claire replies flippantly.
"It's a normal bodily function!" argues the intern. It's a losing battle. She'll be gone by December.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 11:14 AM
Monday, November 18, 2002
Hmm. I haven't written for a few days. I apologize.
That's really all I can do, is apologize, because I'm not quite sure what else to say.
Oh, wait, yes I do.
This link ticks me off.
This link cracks me up.
Have a nice day, and remember that no matter that it's ok to skip when you're happy. I experienced this today.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:08 PM