| Kia ( @ 2007-09-16 03:49:00 |
| Current mood: | contemplative |
| Current music: | Reflection- Hayashibara Megumi |
"TEMPT ME NOT WITH YOUR ICE-CREAM OF CHOCOLATE AND STUFF."
So. Had the iPod on Shuffle when I went to sleep. Last song I remember hearing was "Still Time" from Saiyuki.
And then I had a dream about trying to wash my clothes in a highly satanic washing machine.
After which Nick (yes, Sarah, THAT Nick) and I were pretending we were getting married in our old neighborhood and then somehow it became a real wedding aislakrowjslqa.
I'm really starting to think I had some traumatic laundry accident as a child. There's no other explanation.
I don't even want to try reasoning out the marriage part. BUT I WILL NEVER LISTEN TO SAIYUKI SONGS BEFORE BED AGAIN.
.. Ahahaha, sorry for lack of updates. School projects are pretty much killing me. And a fire drill.
I think I'd like to bang my head against a wall a few times.
Truthfully, I'm a little frustrated with myself. The last essay I had to do I wound up staring at for hours because I could NOT get motivated for it. x.x Isn't this supposed to be old hat for English majors by now? Sooner or later, I'm going to have to sit down and write just for the hell of it.
Although getting Hitch and watching it with Heather made things better. I love that movie.
"I've waited all my life to feel this miserable!" ♥
That's the part that makes me want to fall in love one day, for serious. *dork* Though with my luck, I'll be a hermit. Too much bad luck with OTHER PEOPLE'S ASSHOLE BOYFRIENDS. DDD: .... which reminds me, Katie, apparently I've been given a restraining order from going near you. I'M SORRY, MARTIN SAID SO. D:
Anime-wise, Darker Than Black is making me flail so hard. Anyone who's seen 22 WILL KNOW WHY. ;-;
But as it's now 4 o'clock, I'm going to bed now. I swear.Why do I do this to myself.
OH RIGHT. Almost forgot. Mom sent me this, and she got it from Charles, who is Robbie's husband and pretty frickin' awesome.
Women are like apples on trees. The best ones are at the top of the tree. Most men don't want to reach for the good ones, because they are afraid of falling and getting hurt. Instead, they sometimes take the apples from the ground that aren't as good, but easy. The apples at the top think something is wrong with them, when in reality, they're amazing. They just have to wait for the right man to come along, the one who is brave enough to climb all the way to the top of the tree.....
Now men....men are like a fine wine...They begin as grapes, and it's up to women to stomp the shit out of them until they turn into something acceptable to have dinner with.....
Oh, Mom. XD
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