Back in 2oo2 through 2oo4 I’d give my entries random titles that had nothing to do with what I was actually writing about and it made finding things later very, very difficult. It was usually a quote that I heard around me in the computer lab or something. Some prime examples are:
- If I Get Richard, I’m Going to Give Myself a Swirly!
- Do You Realize You’re Eating Marshmallows?
- *The Report Must Be Typed*
- Hi! Sara’s answering machine is broken. This is her refrigerator. Please speak very slowly, and I’ll stick your message to myself with one of these magnets.
- STOP CRYING!!! When You’re Older, You’ll Find You Have Bigger Problems Than A FUCKIN’ GAME!
- It Looks Like A Toaster Strudel. Riley, It’s My HAIR.
- Please Label The Dead Bodies Before Disposing
- I’ll Finish The Project Tomorrow
Wee! I finally have a kitchen table! A real one! And an entertainment center. (Which we had to slightly break to fit the television into.) And they match our bookshelves!
Thank goodness for moving neighbors in a hurry to get furniture off their hands!
Oh, and thank goodness for friends coming to visit and helping to move all the furniture from the departing neighbors.
It looks like I’ll actually have a table for the eight of us to enjoy on Christmas Eve. I’m so excited. Candles and music. God, you have no idea how long I’ve wanted a table.
PS: The last song of December I leave you with is an arrangement of O Holy Night by John Williams.
If all the snow melts merely a few days before Christmas I’ll be very upset. It seems as though everyone has gone on vacation or taken a hiatus from blogging the last few days. I don’t know if I’ll take a break yet or not, too. I want to do a video to show you all my room- but I might wait until after the holidays.
For a brief moment in time, Hell froze over and I lost my sanity, when I regained conciousness suddenly I had a MySpace account. But don’t worry, I deleted it.
Me: Don’t worry, I just deleted it.
Me: Ahhhh
Me: I feel much better.
Him: Me too
Him: Just knowing you had a myspace was almost too much for me
Me: Haha.
Me: Yeah.
Him: Although I could see you in emo glasses
Him: I’m surprised you brought yourself to make one to be honest
Him: Would’ve had to have had interventions and stuff
Him: It would’ve been a messy process
Me: Thank God I have friends like you.
Sara is a girl who spends her days feeling. She likes acting, photos, instruments, writing, music, and books. I know this because she is me. And on most days I'm her too.
