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Feeling: Calm. Loving my life. |
Eating: Um... life?
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Today is: 2003-04-16 - @ 6:20 p.m.
Now I just have to figure out which of my 6 dresses I am goign to wear. all time - is relative
Well, I got my computer back. Yay.
I looked in the mirror, and realized how unattractive I am right now, and then realized that I just don't care.
You know why there aren't any famous female existentialists? PMS. It is completely imposssible to remain detached and personify the existential ideals while craving a carton of ben and jerrys and wanting to cry when you break a nail. The rest of the month, it's all good. PMS hits, and then I'm at the mercy of my horomonal imbalances. God...
Finally convinced Joel last night to ask me to prom. It was almost pathetic, I was nearly beating him over the head towards the end. "TAKE ME TO PROM!" *Whack* "TAKE ME TO PROM!" *Whack* "Whaa..? Pra-pra-prom? What's that? Dur-hur."
Can you tell today is one of those days that makes you want to lose faith in humanity?
Quote(s) for the Entry: (After crossing to the wrong side of the street)
"I was following you. You seemed as if you knew where you were going." -My mom
"I only look like I do. That's my big trick." -Me
all time - is relative