Sun, May. 21st, 2006, 10:25 pm
um, my phone died. so...yeah.
Check, weather.com right now. It's -10F outside...and with the crazy windchill...it feels like -35F
Thu, Feb. 2nd, 2006, 03:08 am
It's been more than a week since I've gotten more than 4 hours of sleep. And many many nights I've gotten less than 3. Even if I fall asleep right now...I can only get 4 hours of sleep before I must wake up. And I'm not going to sleep now. I'm only half-way done with my homework. At least...I hope I'm half-way done. I might only be 1/4 done. And well...that sucks. Because I've been doing homework since 12--for basically a consistent 3 hours. Aka...I can only hope I have enough time for a shower before I go to teach kids about conservation tomorrow. There Is No time for for sleep. But I've been eating my face off. I'm like, 145 right now; 13 lbs above what I like to compete at. But the food keeps me going, keeps me awake. Shit I'm tired.
But I'm okay: once Friday is done, I'll have more time to sleep. But there's a midterm on Friday that I haven't even thought about...
Wed, Feb. 1st, 2006, 08:34 pm
I'm crazy. There were only 7 people running for 7 seats. You're looking at a soon-to-be Senator of Carleton.
Tue, Jan. 24th, 2006, 12:05 am
Um, pick two numbers, both from 0 to 9, any numbers, and comment them on, okay? Or just pick one number from 0 to 99. I need to pick a number from 0 to 99 and I have no clue what number to pick
Thu, Dec. 22nd, 2005, 12:51 am
Whomever who has not tried dark dark chocolate...and kept trying it, after the first initial "wtf?" bite is MISSIG OUT. It's delectable. I'm seriously swoonig over dark chocolate; So good, so filling (a little piece, eaten right is like a whole milke chocolate bar) and a bonus!...Actually kinda good for you. Now, if' that's not solid ambrosia, what is? (besides my mom's and Lizzy's foods ^_~..and good cheese)
Mon, Dec. 19th, 2005, 08:39 am
I stupidly managed to submerge my cellphone in water. It's fighting to survive now, so I took off the battery, and put it under a lamp to help it. It's in a coma right now. (I love how I'm talking to the cellphone like it's a person) Hang on there little buddy.
This also means I'm unreachable (so so so so SO sorry!) for at least today.
Tue, Nov. 15th, 2005, 04:22 pm
Sun, Jun. 12th, 2005, 05:23 pm
01. Reply with your name and I will write something about you.
02. I will then tell you what song/movie reminds me of you.
03. If I were to apply an o'clock to you, it would be...
04. I will try to name a single word that best describes you.
05. I'll tell you the most memorable moment I've had with you.
06. I will tell you what animal you remind me of.
07. I'll then tell you something that I've always wondered about you.
08. Put this in your journal.
In a blink, just that, something happened. Something, and she lost something she never knew she had, and never knew she needed. and she was lost, falling, the crucial sliver part of her gone, and all the rest crumbling after. after an eon, a blink, falling's just flying without the ground, something new grew there, and she was fine, fine, maybe even better, but never the same, the sliver wasn't there; there was something, but it wasn't that something that she never knew. Perhaps this part's now stronger, harder, more resistant to breakage; it should be, it grew out of the ruins of the old, but it wasn't the same, not the same stone, and where that sliver once was, she'll always be empty, although she doesn't know where it is, or how to find it.
But, she's whole now, something stronger, she must be, she grew out, a phoenix, but not one, and the arch that is her is now standing, again, until it falls, but she's up, standing, aching, standing. And the cathedrals call out to her to build, and embrace the sky, to resound through the land with solemn bells, to awe with tinted windows, and she can, she can, the arch is strong...but she's scared. she's scared of stones falling, out, crumbling. of glass breaking the shards plummeting down, reflecting the sun like jewelled tears. and so she's weak, builds weak, flimsy cottage doors and others unfit for art, and weakens herself, so people would not snatch her to do what she cannot face; the burden on her, pressing down, stressing all her stones, trying to find the weak one, the sliver she never knew about, slowing trying to build up enough courage to stride out.