| Maybe then you'll have some more to say. |
| I'm making this page for rants.... well, ok...no, im making this page because for the last thirty minutes i have been staring at a blank computer screen, belting out slow sad Pedro the Lion songs.....It sounds kinda funny to read, i guess, but its not fun. My heart is pounding twelve times faster and harder than it usually is, and im cold. Dad says its warm. I always go slightly insane everytime I visit here, so maybe this page will be of some intrest to read the thoughts of a crazy girl. I know I will look back on this in a week and laugh. Anyway, this is the place that I will rant to my online friends, since I have become nothing in real life. |
| So that makes this one the first then? Well damn, i have no clever ways to open it. It feels so akward. Umm..my step-moms having a baby tomorrow. hospitals are colder than houses are....im going to die. I swear it feels like a fan is blowing on me but everytime I look up i see the fan is off. And I have no idea what I've done with my chapstick. I dont know what im talking about.... I've waited all day to talk to my friends who arent here because they probably have lives while im stuck in nowhere, mississippi.... And im sure that as soon as someone gets on they will tell me they'e bored and then leave again. OK, nevermind, I'm going to go make the Links page. - amanda 12/20/00 (happy b-day brock) |
| Clear as a bell are the short breaths that you take when you're distracted |
| Same as the way that you roll your eyes when I ask too many stupid questions. |