- Something that pisses me off, a lot- talking advertisements. With sound. That won't shut up until they've finished. This is especially piss-worthy when you're trying to listen to something else. I also really hate pop ups, and having YouTube and Facebook blocked.
- And in church or some other gathering place where people say/sing stuff together... Whenever we all say s's, it is like a deafening hiss. The best is "Give us this day our daily bread and forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us." There are so many s's. I feel like we're all becoming snakes. Oh, America. It's about time.
- And the final thing... My dad kind of looks like the Pringles guy, except balder. Anyone who knows my father, care to testify?
- I was kidding, that is totally not the final thing.
- My stack of books to read is considerably smaller, but still considerably large. I finally have my hands on the third princess diaries. And a bunch of Jane Austen recorded books... does that count for reading? I'll count it.
- I am considerably less pasty white and actually more tanned than freckled. I actually did some gardening (gasp, work) and went out to tan. I actually am less freckly than I thought I would be. Maybe I'll update this tomorrow and tell you how freckly I am then.
- I feel kind of hyper... I haven't had any soda, coffee, drugs, alcohol, etc? What's wrong with me? Maybe I'm just pissed off. I don't even know. I think it must be the tea I had this morning finally hitting me. YESSSS.
- Nighty-night.
5.30.2010
yo motha'...
So this is going to be a post about random crap that I've been thinking about and thinking might make a good blog post. But I'll just weld it all together in one boring entry. I'll make a bullet list. I love those. Lists, not bullets.
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Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]
Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.
Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)
Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.
Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)
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