Interests:Playing the piano. Not Myspace. Not even close to ever liking any kids... and...Reading. Good movies. Kurt Vonnegut. Expertise:Interpreting Music. Being able to tell if someone is a divorcee. Occupation:Middle School Lowlife Industry:Cracker
The only reason I'm doing this entry is because Michael's keyboard is like jesus. Typing on this keyboard makes all of your troubles go away. You 1 1/2 people who read my xanga should try this sometime. Except maybe not. I would like all of this to myself.
Lordy lordy lordy. What's new? Not much worth talking about. I saw the Fourth Kind two nights ago, and have repressed the memory already. I think that's a record. Michael's sitting on his couch playing Assassin's Creed 2. I like the first the first game better, but whatever.
My friend's in Mexico, and is mad at me for some reason. She was texting me via aim and I seem uninterested in the conversation I guess. I was interested, b-t-dubs. But oh well.
This keyboard is like pushing down on tiny little shark fins. Every time you press a key, you break a fin off. But the sharks can't feel it. They are content.
My legs still hurt.
Also, I apparently have some characteristics of a victim of bullying. Hmmmm...
Right before I woke up this morning, I had a strange dream.
I was lying in bed. Waiting for my alarm to go off. Then I turned on the light next to my bed, and got up. I turned around in the doorway, and there was an owl perched on my lamp. It was oscillating, sort of scanning the room. Moving its head from right to left. Every time it passed me I could smell that one scarf Anais put perfume on and I got "high" off of a year ago. So when it did pass me, I would breathe in really deeply: that smell was pleasure manifested into scent. Then it started oscillating faster and faster, until it passed me so quickly I couldn't smell the perfume anymore. It eventually just looked like it was zealously saying "no." Throughout this whole ordeal, my ceiling was leaking copious amounts of water.
