Well, it is finally summer. Guess what? I'm bored already. I am halfway through Return of the King, and a fourth of the way through Tess of the D' Urbervilles. And I'm bored.
Ugh. My mom got Notting Hill for us to watch tonight. Chick flicks. I detest chick flicks.
*grumbles*
*trys to be thankful for mother*
Blah. Boy, am I bored. I don't think it is humanly possible for bored people to write. Unless you count the poem I wrote about man. I guess I'll post it. *sighs*
The only really opinuated comment I really think of for today, is that it is better to be ugly then obcessed with looks.
When I read about girls who get cosmetic surgery, shave even thier arms (not armpits, but fore-arms), religously dye thier hair, fry thier skin (we're talking to sun screen at all), and buying cellulite creams and wierd pills I question how this sort of ritual will bring health or beauty to anyone. Besides that shaving your arms is kind of wired.
*shudders*
Well, not much more to say . . .
**note from later . . . I liked Notting Hill =)
