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Thursday, 4 December 2003
things i hate
i'm in an irritable mood right now. probably from overstudying and lack of socialization. so i've compilled a list of a few things i hate. for your viewing pleasure, here they are. 1. the colour pink 2. insomnia 3. bright sunlight 4. large social gatherings with family 5. when pets die 6. sound of a ringing phone when i've just fallen asleep 7. CELL PHONES 8. mornings 9. overly cheery people 10. mind games 11. guilt trips 12. exams 13. chores maybe next time i'll have a list of things i like. Tuesday, 2 December 2003
i haven't even seen this movie...
Everyone remembers the 'faked-orgasm-in-a-deli' sequence from your kind of movie When Harry Met Sally. It seems that you're falling for a buddy or have already fallen for them. Uh-oh. You're probably caught between the possibility of having a great relationship and wrecking the one you have now. You know what they say, it's better to regret something you did than something you didn't do. What Romance Movie Best Represents Your Love Life? brought to you by Quizilla Monday, 1 December 2003
hello scumbags
you may briefly stop licking my shoes clean to listen to my words. may they despair you in times of times of ill-gotten hope. . . . . . . ... did you think i actually had something meaningful to say? nobody does. if anyone tells you otherwise, they're a flaming sack of shit and should be suckerpunched. now piss off. Sunday, 30 November 2003
Rude?
"The arch-Philistine Jeremy Bentham was the insipid, pedantic, leather-tongued oracle of the bourgeois intelligence of the nineteenth century." --Karl Marx (1818-1883), German political philosopher, on Jeremy Bentham (1748-1832), British political philosopher. Saturday, 29 November 2003
oh the agony of choice
i keep thinking of getting a tattoo, i want comedy & drama done, but not with masks. thinking something along the lines of fairies. hmmm...
Friday, 28 November 2003 Thursday, 27 November 2003
let's play a game
i'm going through the remnants of my old webpage when i found an old ranty section... this is somewhat amusing. let's play a game. guess what drug i ingested before writing this part! April 15th, 2000 Something occured to me this morning. It slapped me in the face. THE DELETE KEY IS A COMMUNIST PLOT! Ok. I'm cleaning up my room, just thinking a bit... and it occurs to me. What's the delete key for? It's to perfect our typing. Why do we need to perfect our typing? Because society says we need to have perfect typing to be understood. We should all try to be the same. Does this make any sense to you? At the time I was thinking it, it made perfect sense..... but now it seems kinda scrambled... yikes. To get any frustrations out, I recommend bowling. Where else do you get to throw an object with a strong force to know something down, and it's legal?? And you get points for it?? All you have to do is make you sure don't break the glass while you're at it.
sleep is ...
something to do during the day, apparently. that's when the bulk of mine gets done. i accidentally slept from 9am - 7pm today. ok, so it wasn't much of an accident but now i'm screwed.
in case of emergency, exit calmly.
fucking people and insecurities... i'll take a cheesegrater to your faces. |