Saturday, January 31, 2004
I have only had four hours of sleep.
The phone will not stop ringing.
I am about to stab myself with a q-tip.
gaaah...
The phone will not stop ringing.
I am about to stab myself with a q-tip.
gaaah...
Friday, January 23, 2004
I am sensational. Fucking sunshine and lollipops.
WEE!
WEE!
Thursday, January 22, 2004
My mother and sister have switched on homemaker mode. My sister is fitting the mould already. I don't understand how she can sell her soul to the devil so early in life.
I had a dream about an old friend the other night. Last night I dreamt about telling her about the dream that involved her from the other night. It was interesting to say the least.
I packaged the past in a discarded box found in the back of my mothers closest. I stored it underneath my bed, with the rest of the familar faces.
I had a dream about an old friend the other night. Last night I dreamt about telling her about the dream that involved her from the other night. It was interesting to say the least.
I packaged the past in a discarded box found in the back of my mothers closest. I stored it underneath my bed, with the rest of the familar faces.
A-ha-ha. It's a joke. I get it.
Er.
School is cancelled. Exam is now on Monday. Huzzah!
Er.
School is cancelled. Exam is now on Monday. Huzzah!
Sunday, January 18, 2004
Thank god you're timeless, because my watch was stolen...
Even though I have only two (written) exams for this semester, it seems like too much work. I realized I have only four days to study, so two days for each exam. Gah. I am hoping for a snowday, so I get the weekend to study for these exams. Lucky me gets to have both exams on the same day. Curses!
So, what is there to write this time? I have a disgusting yogurt after taste in my mouth. Isn't that interesting?
The End.
Even though I have only two (written) exams for this semester, it seems like too much work. I realized I have only four days to study, so two days for each exam. Gah. I am hoping for a snowday, so I get the weekend to study for these exams. Lucky me gets to have both exams on the same day. Curses!
So, what is there to write this time? I have a disgusting yogurt after taste in my mouth. Isn't that interesting?
The End.
Saturday, January 17, 2004
My eyes are still burning. Contacts are out. Now slightly blind. Lucky me, two different perspectives on the world. I mentioned this before. I prefer the one where I can't see your face. Last night was a solemn night. A friend phoned in tears. We picked her up. Oh, you can drive? No, not legally. It was a night of watching Bowling for Columbine and Jay Leno, and then an early morning departure. I am procrastinating again. Ignore the phone calls tonight. Er. I am exhausted. Still no sleep. At least not the regular amount of sleep one must need each night to wake up feeling refreshed and somewhat in touch with reality. I feel like one big joke. Ha-Ha.
Times up, back to work.
Times up, back to work.
Thursday, January 15, 2004
My eyes are burning, and I have gotten zero sleep in the past week.
Hello, how are you? Dieing.
How was your day? Fleeing.
Shall we begin? Anytime.
I walked. She talked. I thought about the boy on the corner. He smiled. I frowned. This happened often. He sat there cross legged. He sat there waiting, never twitching. This happened often. So where was I? Oh yes, she was talking. Talking, rapidly though. Always talking rapidly. Lips pulsating. Vomit smelling breath. A result of a hang over from the night before I assumed. They caressed her hair while her secrets were revealed. Crusting over. He fetched her heart from the toilet bowl. He tried to put it back in, but the stitching was crooked. It's a shame really, her left arm is now numb. She departed on 5th Street, her feet never touching the snow. Never left a trail. I cannot find her now. I continued down the white cotton stained field of dreams. Gasoline streaks swept over my white sneakers. A poisoned rainbow. I finally gave into his feverishly dampened smile. He soon wilted afterwards. Diseased and wretched, won't somebody love me? Whatever happened to the floating numbness that departed on 5th street? I miss her vomit smelling breath. This happened often.
Hello, how are you? Dieing.
How was your day? Fleeing.
Shall we begin? Anytime.
I walked. She talked. I thought about the boy on the corner. He smiled. I frowned. This happened often. He sat there cross legged. He sat there waiting, never twitching. This happened often. So where was I? Oh yes, she was talking. Talking, rapidly though. Always talking rapidly. Lips pulsating. Vomit smelling breath. A result of a hang over from the night before I assumed. They caressed her hair while her secrets were revealed. Crusting over. He fetched her heart from the toilet bowl. He tried to put it back in, but the stitching was crooked. It's a shame really, her left arm is now numb. She departed on 5th Street, her feet never touching the snow. Never left a trail. I cannot find her now. I continued down the white cotton stained field of dreams. Gasoline streaks swept over my white sneakers. A poisoned rainbow. I finally gave into his feverishly dampened smile. He soon wilted afterwards. Diseased and wretched, won't somebody love me? Whatever happened to the floating numbness that departed on 5th street? I miss her vomit smelling breath. This happened often.
Thursday, January 01, 2004
Happy New Year. gleeeeeee!
My night was enjoyable. But I am not in the mood to go into any detail. So..pffft.
My night was enjoyable. But I am not in the mood to go into any detail. So..pffft.
