okay so I'm going to start using livejournal again to write the rambling nonsense that I don't want my mother to see.


because she has my myspace and she has my facebook and she has my writing blog and she does not have my twitter but that is because I talked her out of getting one for the sake of my own sanity. 4srs mum, I love you and all but waking up at 7:30 in the morning, going in for coffee and getting "HEY SO DID YOU SEE SO AND SO'S REPLY TO YOUR POST ARE YOU TWO HANGING OUT ON SUNDAY WHAT'S GOING ON?" is a bit much. if she was just a bit more computer savvy i bet she'd be hacking into my accounts and reading my emails/messages/etc.

which I don't really know why she cares, it's my brother who has friends and a social life, not me.

My friend's sister got in a car accident, and got a broken back, neck, pelvis, and bruised lung, and her best friend was killed.

and I am completely unable to send her a text with a simple message like, "I'm sorry about this," because I'm a socially awkward, emotionally stunted android or something.

I'm seriously afraid I'm just never going to talk to her again, because I'm sure she'll notice that I haven't said anything about it and either be like, "that's really weird," or "what a freaking bitch."

and even if, in a few months, we hang out together I still won't say anything. even face-to-face I'd be like, "so uhm... you want to go to see a movie or get a smoothie something?" and completely ignore the fact that her sister was almost killed and one of her friends was killed.

because no one really realizes how horrible I am at being a human being.

There's something in the corner of my room that rustles every so often, and I know it isn't the fan moving the (lots and lots) of papers scattered around there because I first hear it when the fan was off.

I am not going to go over there and see what it is. It's been in the corner for the past four hours, I don't think it'll move very far.

Hopefully it won't lay eggs in my ears while I'm sleeping.

I used to think that "weeping willow" was a disease trees got when they were sad, so to make sure my trees didn't get sad, I would talk to them and tell them about my day.

When I was younger, I used to eat grass because I wanted to turn into a horse.

I'd asked my mom why horses eat grass instead of real food and she answered, "Because they're horses. They have to."

So I thought that eating grass made them horses, and thus began to eat grass during recess at school.

I'm surprised I didn't get a tapeworm.

HEY I WAS GOING LIKE ONE MILE PER HOUR OVER A SPEED BUMP HOW IS THAT NOT SLOW ENOUGH

also, I can't park worth a damn.

cars are stupid wtf scientists just invent a way for people to fly on their own okay these vehicle things are a big hassle.


But, if I get my license before er.... October, I think, my great aunt and uncle will give me $3500 to go toward a car. Which, granted, is not a lot for a car but I think it's enough. For a little used vehicle of some sort. I wish I knew more about cars so I could know what the hell to look for, but that's what my brother is for.

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DRIVING IS NOT FUN CARS ARE NOT FUN THIS IS NOT FUN

and I have a cold.

-sneezes.-

You know that thing.

Where I freak out about the choices I'm making.

And I want to change my degree OMG WTF CHANGE DEGREE CHANGE.

Because English degree = nothing.

And I love everything to do with like, television production. There's no actual television production course at FCCJ, but there's theater production and if that's the closest I can get, I want it.

BUT I NEED A DEGREEE GOD DAMMIT WORLD WHY DO YOU DO THIS TO MEEE.

Maybe I'll just take the theater classes without getting the theater degree. Or get both.

I must consult my uhm... school people?

SO WORLD, HOW IS IT GOING? STILL SPINNING? STILL DOING YOUR THING?

whatev.

CRAIG FERGUSON HAS A COMEDY CENTRAL SPECIAL COMING UP ON SUNDAY WOOOOOOO.

How lame is it that most of my journal entries here on livejournal are about my favorite late night show personalities?

Oh well.

CRAIG FERGUSON WOOOO.

on a less-woo note.

I have put in seven job applications.

World Market
The Sweet Factory
Claire's/Icing
Rack Room Shoes
5-7-9
Game Shack
Old Navy

Even if I get these jobs, I don't think I could keep them. My social/inter-personal skills are basically zero. I'd freak out and start crying at the first complaint.

My friend says I should really just become a professional hobo. Like, dress in raggy clothing and stand on a street panhandling.

I was thinking about grave robbing, but then I'd have to see creepy old decomposed skeletons and that'd freak me out.

hmph. Money is stupid. I say we all go back to the barter system. all, "I'll trade these pair of skates that I never use for your box of chicken wings."

I was livejournal lurking and I came across this challengey thingy. It's midnight thirty and I figure I have nothing else to do.

Directions: Put your music player on shuffle, and write down the first line of the first twenty songs.
Post the poem that results.
The first line of the twenty-first song is the title.


Well Shake it Up Baby, Now.

Love, love me do
Let me tell you how it will be
Living is easy with eyes closed
Look at me
All that you touch, all that you see
All around me are familiar faces, worn-out places
Well come on, come on, come on, come on
5:15, I'm changing trains
She checks her pulse, gotta know if her heart's still beating
Can anybody find me somebody to love?
When the rain comes
Sha la la la, la la.
Wake up kids, we got the dreamer's disease
Stay away from the future
Ooh, ooh ooh ooh.
Childhood living is easy to do
Those schoolgirl days of telling tales and biting nails are gone
You know if you break my heart, I'll go
Oh yeah, I'll tell you something I think you'll understand
Today is gonna be the day.

I actually won the $55 bid on the Conan O'Brien mug only to find that it was just some lady who bought a whole set of the same mugs Conan uses, and the mugs had no relation to Conan whatsoever, not even hanging out in the back room in case one breaks or anything.

lame, lady. canceled the bid.

lol this journal has become my Conan O'Brien journal. I need it, since he won't be back UNTIL JUNE RAHGAASGHSSDSSDES

also, oh dear I think I might fail my philosophy class. it's online and the only work we've done so far is discussions and quizzes, and I haven't done any of the quizzes because I don't have a book. If I fail, do I have to pay back the money to Bright Futures Scholarship? graaagh. if so, good thing I got all that cash from the government. thanks, government!

nothing is really new. I've filled out applications to three jobs - World Market, Claire's, and Sweet Factory Candy Store - but I can't turn them in because I can't drive.

I bought a MacBook computer and it's currently shipping AS WE SPEAK.

my kitchen smells funny.


HOLY SHIT A TURTLE GET IN THE VAN.