20001202
22:43;
The bastards at Tripod hated me for a day. I apologize for my lack of posts. Patsy is on her knees (in the nonsexual form), drinking orange juice as if she was drinking tequila, and popping M&Ms as if it were Advils. Plenty to go around, I'm sure. She's already given me three M&Ms and told me to "free your mind". Meredith is speaking of a "glint" in her cat's eyes, and Patsy is now running around Meredith's house in a frenzy to calm herself down from her sugar highs.
This is how we plan to finish our science fair project. How successful we are.
08:08;
They want it what way?: But if [AJ] McLean has self-destructive tendencies, [Kevin] Richardson apparently has issues with self-love, telling the magazine that, while he finds the party scene "empty and lonely," he takes comfort in his hotel room with the occasional pay-per-view porn movie so he can "rub one out."
07:49;
G'morning. 20001130
21:24;
Currently: (last week's)
Reading: Death Be Not Proud (by John Gunther)
Watching: Beauty and the Beast and Titanic (sad enough)
Listening: Mellon Collie and the Infinite Sadness (Smashing Pumpkins)
Obsessing: nothing
18:14;
"Live as if your were to die tomorrow. Learn as if you were to live forever." - Ghandi
15:37;
"Shoot for the moon. Even if you miss, you'll land among the stars." -Les Brown
20001129
06:50;
A long December and there's reason to believe /
Maybe this year will be better than the last /
I can't remember the last thing that you said as you were leavin' /
Now the days go by so fast /
And it's one more day up in the canyons /
And it's one more night in Hollywood /
If you think that I could be forgiven...I wish you would /
The smell of hospitals in winter /
And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters, but no pearls /
All at once you look across a crowded room /
To see the way that light attaches to a girl /
And it's one more day up in the canyons /
And it's one more night in Hollywood /
If you think you might come to California...I think you should /
Drove up to Hillside Manor sometime after two a.m. /
And talked a little while about the year /
I guess the winter makes you laugh a little slower /
Makes you talk a little lower about the things you could not show her /
And it's been a long December and there's reason to believe /
Maybe this year will be better than the last /
I can't remember all the times I tried to tell my myself /
To hold on to these moments as they pass /
And it's one more day up in the canyon /
And it's one more night in Hollywood /
It's been so long since I've seen the ocean...I guess I should
Counting Crows, "Long December" 20001127
21:23;
Use of Ecstacy in Teens is Up - I have a friend. He is a homosexual male that -- at a younger age -- supposedly did sexual favors to his older brother. He has attempted suicide using a Bic razor, causing my mother and aunt to save him from impending doom. He recently got into drugs, and the fact that this USA Today article is true further proves that life sucks sometimes. In fact, it's sucked twice as much as it did in 1995, which is when "grunge" was cool. 20001126
20:13;
My mom is in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, now. She is catching her flight at 10 pm tonight, and then staying at a hotel in Atlanta overnight until she can catch a flight home tomorrow at 9 am. Which totally messes up my father's plans, and totally messes up any other plans that I had previously scheduled for tomorrow. I hope that things turn out alright. (By the way, she was supposed to get home around 1 am tomorrow morning.)
09:47;
"We were in Colorado and broke. Jonathan didn't beleive in Christmas. Christmas Eve rolled around and I was really sad that I didn't have a tree and stockings. I had never had a Christmas without a tree, and I was broke, and they were about to reposes my car, and I was hundreds of miles from home. Jonathan was working and didn't get home until about 11:00. I was sitting on the couch talking to a friend of his. I look up as Jonathan comes in the room and he's carrying this pathetic little tree. about 5 feet high and spindly and half bare. He set it down proudly in the center of the room and set down shopping bags full of lights and ornaments. I started crying. I was so happy and so shocked and just exstatic. It was the most beautiful tree I had ever seen. People at the apartment complex where he worked as a security guard had donated the lights and ornaments and stockings. The tree he had gotten from a Christmas Tree lot. I had told him a story about how my grandfather used to always pick a pitiful looking tree to bring home and it used to always make my grandmother mad. He had picked out the most pitiful tree to bring home to me to remind me of my grandfather. He even had presents for me. I was, I couldn't have been happier. That was probably the best Christmas gift I had ever received. It might even have been the best Christmas I ever had, too. I think on that story when I'm feeling too full of myself, when I'm thinking that people don't do nice things for other people. Jonathan wasn't known for his romantic gestures... His ex-girlfriends that heard the story where flabergasted. I think he really loved me." |
