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Tuesday, August 31, 2004

caledor7: oh my god
Auto response from dr0wningophelia: HANSON CONCERT!!!!!
caledor7: please tell me you're serious
caledor7: you have no idea how happy that would make me


.:dr0wningophelia:. 23:37 | |


Friday, August 27, 2004

I'm not sure where Steph is, but it's midnight-thirty and she's not at home... Is it weird to worry?


.:dr0wningophelia:. 22:17 | |


Wednesday, August 25, 2004

"Is Alex your new boyfriend?"
No. He's one of my best friends.
"What about that other guy?"
Matt? No, he's not either.
"I thought you said he could be."
I thought he could be, but then I realized he acts like a fourteen year-old.
"You're right; he acts like he's fourteen, and he's twenty-one... He wouldn't make good boyfriend or husband material. Not now, maybe not ever. I don't feel right about you sleeping with all these guys."
Dad, I'm not 'sleeping' with them... I just sleep.
"That may be true, but boys won't be saying that behind your back. Boys will say you're 'sleeping' with them, not just sleeping. If you sleep with everyone, it won't mean anything once you've found someone special."

He just noticed my new tattoo today, and Alex left Smirnoff Ice in the fridge. Things are not looking good.

My dad used to think I was a heroin addict because I lost a lot of weight during my depression. Now he thinks I'm a whore because I like to cuddle.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 17:28 | |


Tuesday, August 24, 2004

I'm missing Logan... and I'm not sure why... I don't see why Steph and Alex are against him... How is Matt a better pick? I just don't get it... Yes, he disappeared for a while... but he was going through problems... I'm over feeling abandoned... now I want him back.
I never want to smoke again. I'm killing braincells, and every bursted cell projects memories against my skull...


.:dr0wningophelia:. 22:12 | |


Friday, August 13, 2004

Steph said it best: it's good to be hanging out with intellectuals for a change.
Bill and Steve sang "Saturday in the Park" by Chicago, Steph sang "Me and Bobby Mcgee" by Janis Joplin, and I sat by to cheer them on. I seriously need to grow some balls and get up there and sing some time. I'm just afraid that my pitch will be off, my voice will crack and they'll send a midget with a shepard's hook to yoink me offstage. Oh, and I'm terrified of those brief interludes during a song... what the heck do you do when there are no words to sing, scatting is too difficult, and if you even attempted to dance, one of your left feet would salsa while the other sashayed? I just don't know. But the rush, so I hear, is fantastic.
I haven't sung at a karaoke bar since I was 8... and even then, my mom was right beside me...

I'd like to find a boyfriend now. This isn't a personal ad; don't feel the need to respond. It seems every boy who would make a potentially great boyfriend (i.e. Bill, Alex, Mr. Right, etc.)is leaving or taken. I only attract scumbags who want meaningless sex or "bowl buddies" (my new term for people who smoke together).
So, it's about 3 in the AM, and I'm exhausted... gonna go read.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 00:44 | |


Monday, August 09, 2004

Today has been way too long... I woke myself up this morning at six (freakishly early, mind you) with a loud, guttural snore. Tremendously scary, which might explain why I'm having trouble sleeping tonight. Seventeen hours later, and I'm still hiding from that growling beast.
Saturday, Steph and I met (or REmet) Bill. He seems to be a cool kid, and Steph and I both have mini-crushes on him. Or at least I do. It's too bad he's leaving for Austin on the 19th.
Tomorrow after work, I'm going to the dollar movies with my mom. Troy is playing, so we need front row seats for those Brad Pitt butt-shots I've been hearing about. I might meet Jon at IHOP afterward.
Wednesday I have an almost-blind-date thing... Some guy named Brett wants to look at my CD collection and add up my cool points. I'm trying to think of somewhere public to go, just incase he forgot to tell me he happens to be a murderer/rapist/weirdo.
Thursday I'm going to Granny's to visit with Aunt Jean and Uncle David. They dropped by Lake Texoma to disperse Louise's ashes. Then off to karaoke with Bill, Steph, and Josh.
Wowee my life is full.
Last night, Bill, Josh, Steph, Mike, Whitney and I got drunk to celebrate my dad leaving the house. I don't remember much that happened, but I kept feeling like I was dancing... and then I threw up. A lot.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 21:32 | |


Friday, August 06, 2004

Finally got around to watching Cold Mountain... I needed a good cry... I can't remember the last time I had one. Remember when I used to cry every day? Those were the good ole days. Raining down estrogen.
Heath has been spending a few too many nights in my bed. My right eye twitches when he's around.


.:dr0wningophelia:. 19:35 | |