1:33 - 2004-07-17
A New Friend and Some News Preparation
I started to write this to be a more in-depth entry, you know, more details of what I've been up to. But then I realized how snarky all of it sounded, and I suppose it was putting me in a bad mood.
Lately, I suppose I've been right ont he line between "not so great" and "just fine", since my brain has been wagin war between the two. I feel like a fat, egg-headed child, cleaving his butt in two by sitting on a pointed roof. My balance is, however, improving. And I take heart in thinking that I'm just spouting off all this confusing nonsense, and you have no idea what I mean. That's just funny to me right now. I've also cursed a lot pretty recently. This bothers me, because it simulates the notion that things are bad enough for me to need to curse, and that perhaps before now, things were NOT bad enough for me to curse. To tell the truth, I just like cursing, I guess. Or maybe I'm just too lazy to say 'crud' instead of 'crap'. Ironically, after all this cursing, whenever my cat meows at me, I enjoy saying, "That's right Raymi, you tell it to the preacher."
Got afun sun burn on my back tho. somehow, after going to Fiesta Texas, my legs are still pretty white. Heehee, I have you beaten still, you bad sun.
I think it is safe to say though, that I needed something simply to help calm me down. Something even simpler than Ranma books ^_^
Then I met Edgar.
I came into my room and saw a little jar sitting on my desk, with a note taped to it. Inside the jar was a little wolf spider that I figured my sister had trapped. The note reads:
"Dear Friend,
I'm Edgar and I have been placed here for future love. My last master tried to eat me, so, be gentle and kind to me. Oh yes, and I like nachos. Chao! Sincerely, Edgar."
I wasn't exactly feeling bad today, but this friendly letter touched my heart and I resolved not to stake Edgar with a toothpick and use him for Extra Credit in Biology.
Hmmm...my most reliable source has informed me that the entry I was in the process of writing isn't too bad after all...so I suppose I will just hope that in the end I don't sound like a tortured soul who was stoned to death in San Antonio by a bunch of horrible monsters who just wanted her to have fun. Those beasts.
It worked tho.
Now, before I write this though, don't you DARE get the idea that I didn't enjoy myself! I did! WHEE! Really I did, not to exaggerate or sound like a silly lass. Poopt up squak has happened, yes, and I didn't always feel like a millionaire. But who does? There's no point in thinking that my mother wasted her money trying to entertain me, or in thinking that I am trying to get extra attention by making all of this sound like a soap opera. For one thing, there wasn't any sex. And also, don't you go gittin' into muh fridge after I dun gone to bed, ya hear? I gots muh dentures in thar.
I'll write that stuff in here next time. I um tired.
