Saturday, January 11, 2003

So I was saving some digi pics I have taken over the last two weeks to my hard drive, and I think I accidently deleted roughly 30 of them. I'll let you know if they are miraculously recovered.

sadly, these are how i experience most of life

I'll also let you know if Britney Spears actually sings something somewhat alright.

Just got back from the movie. It was funny, I suppose (i laughed a lot), but I'm not sure if that was due to the actual movie or the action of 10 of my friends throwing bouncy ball simontaneously at the screen, among other things.
1. I cannot spell simontaneously. Simentaneously? Simintaneously? Dang vowels.
2. Good night.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 10:30 PM

My father is yelling at the curtains. Thought you ought to know.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 4:55 PM

Despite the oddness of the past few days, my mind is empty of thoughts. It's like nothing happened, yet it's just too depressing to admit that the last few days have been worthless. What was the point of getting up in the morning? What was the point of taking a shower, getting dressed, brushing my teeth? What was the point of doing homework, watching mindless sitcoms on tv?
I had waffles today for breakfast. It was totally worth it.
Going to go see a chick flick tonight. ("Just Married".) I like stupid teen comedies even though I recognize the stupidness. Maybe it's because you don't have to think about them, just watch, accept, and maybe laugh once or twice (if the writers are any good).

Fresh squeezed by melly at 1:13 PM

Friday, January 10, 2003

Special note from one of the writers:
Melly has pulled out of her three-day bout with insanity/depression. Why? Melly decided she's not really just "Melly" but rather four different personalities all commonly called Melly! Academic Melly, Volleyball Melly, Goofball Melly, and Alone Melly are now all housed under the "Melly" label. These personalities each add something unique to our family.
Please bear with us while we adjust to these changes! Rest assured that this blog's content will be as great as ever. Here at Sweet Citrus, we're laughing out loud at the thought of being alive (or at least Goofball Melly is), and we'll be darned if you're ever stuck on a treadmill powered by 50,000 mosquitoes, because we haven't invented that yet. You heard it here first! What do we make? Funny you should ask. Real funny.
Oh, and there's egg sandwiches on the table for y'all.

Fresh squeezed by melly at 5:54 PM

Thursday, January 09, 2003

Go ahead, throw things.
Fresh squeezed by melly at 9:48 PM

Day of the Cheerleaders. Day of a Girl of the Masses.
Day of Short Skirts, Bare Legs. Day of Sweater, Jeans.
Day of Sex Appeal. Day of Revulsion.
Day of Go Team! Day of Go Home!
If you are partial to cheerleaders, I'm still not sorry.

Fresh squeezed by melly at 9:01 PM

Wednesday, January 08, 2003

The thought isn't back yet. Just in case you were wondering.
There are so many thoughts swimming around in my head...I had a crappy day because of this. Couldn't focus on anything. Just sort of stared into space.You know how your vision gets all fuzzy when you stare at something for a long period of time? I've turned the fuzzyness into an art form now.
Funny, that it's an art form. I'm like the least creative person I know. I'm pretty mainstream as far as fashion goes. Don't let me near poster paints. Heck, I broke someone's cello once. I like music in general, but can't write it. Ditto for poetry. Even freewriting in this blog, I can never put my thoughts exactly on the screen. I'm not an eloquent writer. I can't even speak clearly. I only pretend to be witty.
But dangit if I can't make fuzzy dots that you see into an art. And that's that.

Fresh squeezed by melly at 8:26 PM

Tuesday, January 07, 2003

I have a computer. There is much rejoicing.
Is it possible to gain a feeling of happiness when you realize and come to terms with the fact that you're never going to be truly happy? Just wondering, in case I'm violating some psychological law or something.'Cause you know me. I'm a good, upstanding citizen and such.
Sometimes I wish I could pull a Winona and go crazy and steal crap and then not go to jail.
Other times, I wish I could avoid cliched pop-culture jokes.
Wishing is futile. See above. (Paragraph 2, Sentence A).
Gaaah. I hate being such a downer. I'm starting to hate even the color orange. And orange is like the purest form of beauty.
Well, except for maybe cows, but the first three pages of "Beloved" changed all that. I have to wonder how writing about the raping of bovines earned Toni Morrison a Pulitzer. Then again, I'm sure there's meaning somewhere.
I'm sick of searching for meaning. Damn sick of it.
Instead, I'll spend my evenings inventing a game based around talking with people on AIM that I don't even know. Maybe I can make my own high-score list.
I'll go down in history!
I'll go down in....
Hmm. Lemme put that thought on hold for a minute. Enjoy the tinny music until it returns.

Fresh squeezed by melly at 9:19 PM

Monday, January 06, 2003

I'm back from the hotel of hell. There's not much to say about. So much happens at family gatherings and yet nothing really happens at all. Mr. T said the same thing. I wonder if it's like a worldwide phemonon.
I watched Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory yesterday, courtesy of ABC. I was disapointed that Augustus Gloop was offed so early...I really enjoyed his accent, for some reason. (Wchyeee?!) I don't know why accents make me laugh so easily. And I have a horrid midwestern one. (You say bahgel, I say baygel.)
Friends complain that I blog too often. Others complain I don't blog enough. Some prefer my whimsical side. Others prefer to just get the facts.
Blogging is a funny thing. It's a form of self-expression, but there is no standard. Blog topics range from web-quiz results to the meaning of life to what was said in Congress on a particular day. Blog authors range from females to males, from the young to the old, from the rich to the poor, from the Western Hemisphere to the Eastern. We find some blogs repulsive, while we religiously visit others. The only thing that ties us all together is...what, really? That we occasionally post our 2 cents on the internet for all to see?
Oh, ok.

Fresh squeezed by melly at 2:33 PM