Wednesday, March 31, 2004
No, that tastes nothing like grape; try again Tylenol.
I accidently said "boyfried" instead of "boyfriend" yesterday.
I'm still thoroughly amused.
I'm still thoroughly amused.
Tuesday, March 30, 2004
I used to talk to my fish whenever I had a bad day, and each conversation would end with "Do you hear that, B*Flare? Grrr, grrr, grrr! Britta says grrr!"
I miss my fish.
I miss my fish.
I was in the library, going down the stairs while enjoying a soft pretzel, and then all of a sudden, the cute guy from fencing actually waves to me!
...and the next thing I know, I'm on my face.
Figures, huh?
...and the next thing I know, I'm on my face.
Figures, huh?
Friday, March 26, 2004
Don't ever read the nutritional information on Ramen. Just live in blissful ignorance.
Thursday, March 25, 2004
Please don't try to buy me dinner. I appreciate the gesture, but we will fight.
Tuesday, March 23, 2004
I always seem to fall for the guys who fall for the girls who are the exact opposite of me.
callipygian(adjective): having shapely buttocks
Monday, March 22, 2004
Oh yeah, on a sidenote...I GOT MY LICENSE!!!
(I rock the metaphorical socks off!)
(I rock the metaphorical socks off!)
Just think how different the world would be if people reproduced asexually. We'd all be the same gender, all our clothes would be made of elastic, and instead of PMS, we'd have interphase.
I want to be a moneran.
I want to be a moneran.
I only look for three things in a guy: sense of humor, good hair, worships me.
Saturday, March 20, 2004
I have to hold the remote control. I just have to. Please don't ask me to choose something to watch; I really don't care. Just let me hold it.
Friday, March 19, 2004
Without a word, Daddy grabbed a carton of milk out of the refrigerator, checked the expiration date, sniffed it, and casually put it back exactly as he found it.
Sunday, March 14, 2004
Today is a very special day. It is Rachel's 19th!
(She just happens to be the founder of broom dancing, the authority on underwear, former SIMS addict, abuser of boys, the epitome of class, inhaler of cheez-whiz, breaker of insanely expensive electron accelerators, prom queen runner-up, cheerleading co-captain, archnemisis to marshmallow birds everywhere, and best roomie EVER!! Congrats to Rachie!!)
(She just happens to be the founder of broom dancing, the authority on underwear, former SIMS addict, abuser of boys, the epitome of class, inhaler of cheez-whiz, breaker of insanely expensive electron accelerators, prom queen runner-up, cheerleading co-captain, archnemisis to marshmallow birds everywhere, and best roomie EVER!! Congrats to Rachie!!)
SPRING BREAK!!
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
My parents used to fight about money-related issues a few times when my sister and I were younger. I really hated it, but we just hid under the dining table until the yelling stopped.
Yesterday in the library, Matt and Liz got in the same kind of argument. It took everything I had just to not crawl under the coffee table...
Yesterday in the library, Matt and Liz got in the same kind of argument. It took everything I had just to not crawl under the coffee table...
Monday, March 08, 2004
Forehead kisses are definitely the best
Don't you hate it when you begin telling a story, and then like two words into it, you realize how dumb it really is, but you just can't stop telling it because otherwise everyone'll ask you what it was and get all worked up about it, but you can't tell them because now it's like this big deal and you just know they'll all think you're dumb and tell you how retarded the story was so you have to continue with the story but you don't want everyone to think you're dumb so now you have to lie just to make the story more interesting and then you still feel like a dumbass..?
There's just no way out.
There's just no way out.
If you have to end a story with "...and it was funny," it probably wasn't a very good story in the first place.
Sunday, March 07, 2004
I have to walk 15 minutes to connect to the internet.
Now I know what hell is like.
Now I know what hell is like.
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
I only cry when I don't want to but can't if I'm trying.
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
Lesson of the day:
When attacking and/or raping someone, don't wear flip-flops.
When attacking and/or raping someone, don't wear flip-flops.
Monday, March 01, 2004
Today would've been Jeremy and my four month anniversary...
I miss him.
Random tidbit of e-mail he sent me over a month ago:
"i miss you!! what have you been doing today? did yer homies come up there? did you guys "chill" like "villians" if so, my congradulations on your achievement, villian chillin is no easy task. hehe, you're beautiful."
Villian chillin really isn't.
I miss him.
Random tidbit of e-mail he sent me over a month ago:
"i miss you!! what have you been doing today? did yer homies come up there? did you guys "chill" like "villians" if so, my congradulations on your achievement, villian chillin is no easy task. hehe, you're beautiful."
Villian chillin really isn't.
