EliseJ123

GRRRR, THIS IS WHAT I'M THINKING!
2002-04-15 03:07:38 (UTC)

Grrr, why even bother?

I dunno what I just pressed, but I had like a page written,
and it all dissapeared. Oh well. Anyway, like I was
saying BEFORE I hit a button, tomorrow is Monday. I only
have one class. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA. And there are only two
more weeks til school is done! YAY! and then I get to
make money! WHOO HOO! Okay, enough of being excited.
My day.
1. Today is not really a number day. Not enough happened
today to make it a number day, but I like numbers, so I
will MAKE it a number day.
2. Dennys. Denny's is evil. Seriously, went there this
morning with Serge, my tummy has not yet stopped hurting.
I think the meat was rancid or something (yuck, that's
gross to think about isn't it?).
2. TV's are not as entertaining as people think they are.
Yeah, they're not. I've been living without one, and now
when I try to find something on that is interesting,
there's nothing, seriously. I'm gonna have to invest in a
blockbuster card so I can rent old movies or something.
There are a lot of them I haven't seen yet, and I'd never
subject Serge to them (or he'd never LET me subject him to
them . . . either way).
3. I hate Shakira. That name may be spelled wrong, but
god, I hate her so it does't matter. If I have to hear the
opening lines, "YOU'RE A PICTURE . . ." one more time, I
swear to god I'll shoot whoever is playing it (SERGE).
That boy is obsessed with her. She makes me want to
wretch. I'm sure she's a VERY nice person, but her voice
bugs the shit out of me. It did when we listened to her in
spanish class too . . . oh well, I do have to respect her
for her line about her breasts . . .
4. My wrists hurt. Typing is the devil, or I just don't
do it right, cause my wrists are KILLING me.
5. My boyfriend is in the other room and we are talking
online. Yes, he comes home from a long day of work and
seeing his parents (they fed him steak . . .) and talks to
ASHLEY. I will kill that bitch. I've decided that the
only way to talk to him is on the internet. So I am in
Jack's room, on his computer, and Serge is in his room (the
next one over) and we are talking online (sort of, jesus, I
even get ignored when I'm in the same house!). Granted,
his tooth hurts, but GRRRRRRRRRRRRR, I waited a long time
to see him! He says I can go read in his room, maybe when
he is done with his taxes thing he will read with me, I
just want contact, but he'll probably talk to the whore.
6. Strong oppinions. In case you haven't noticed, I do
express strong oppinions on here. I guess Ashley isn't
really a whore, but it makes me angry to be ignored when I
am in the room and she is being talked to on the computer.
7. Jack has 36 Condoms. I just noticed that on his desk.
How special. I personally prefer to not use condoms. And
I do NOT want a lecture. I am on the pill, I trust my
partner to not cheat on me . . . gr.
8. The end of the line. I think I have run out of random
things to tell you. Not a very good journal entry today,
but you know . . . Hope all of you who read my journal (and
really, there are a lot, I didn't know so many people
wanted to get into my head) have a spectacular week. Bye
bye.





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