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11:58 pm | |
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10:42 pm | |
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I gave my phone number to some guy today, a friend of someone's that came in. What the fuck is wrong with me? | |
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08:25 pm | |
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I put Monsterangel on hiatus because all of the sites on it, I don't actively use. Ichoria is going to go down soon for revamping, I'm not making anything to include in 13 Stitches or Devil's Playground. Maybe I'll try and force myself to pixel doll some so I can work on Devil's Playground, and put up a writing site to encourage me to get some shit down. And maybe when I get a better camera I'll put up a photoblog or something. I don't even post here all that often to include it. All I've been doing is playing video games, going to school and working. And thinking up closing tomorrow is putting my stomach in a tight knot, I'm dreading going in. Going back to websites really quick, there's a lot of things I need to fix on this layout, but being that my paid account has expired, I can't touch it. On my other journal, it's expired too, and I don't have enough money to spare right now to get paid accounts for each of them. I'll probably have to wait until my next paycheck on Friday. God, I hope I get that job at Eckerd. I don't want to work at Panera anymore. I'm so tired of it. Mm, Radiohead. Current Music: radiohead; myxomatosis (judge, jury and executioner) | |
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11:10 am | |
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There's a baby bird in my computer science classroom. Bastedo isn't here, so this room is packed and there's music playing and people are standing on tables and dancing. Stephanie and I tried to feed the bird and give it some water, but it won't eat or drink, not really. Hopefully it won't die because no one wants to vomit into its mouth. o_o; | |
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03:33 pm | |
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Too bad murder is illegal because I'd love to kill her. Times like this, I'm glad I'm female and that no one could ever do that to me. I couldn't care less about her daughter; her daughter is the reason why all of that started. The awful thing is what she did do the father. I know why it hits me the hardest, because it's not about being a parent to somebody, for me. It's about there being some part of me existing outside of myself. I'm selfish; the only part of me I want to exist is ME. If I found out that there was a child of mine somewhere out there, I'd want it dead. That's why I hate this person. With a passion. Speaking of passion, I heard that the devil in Passion of the Christ is uberhot. But no hot guy is worth sitting through that movie. | |
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