| Well, six days and no response from me. I think when Sean moved he stole my sociality while I was sleeping. It's really weird, whenever I become friends with someone, I mean REAL friends, I seem to loose someone close to me. Like when I hired Kelly to be my secret agent, Robbie went away. And now that I've hired Nh's boys to be my body guards, Sean left. Nh came, Jordan left. My take on this: I can only know so many people and when I take someone new into my life, someone old exits. I've been DL-ing some songs off Panster as usual. The Saturday mourning routine. Hopefully they won't take this beautiful phenomenon away. My MP3 player on here's awesome, it's got little graphix on it that move with the music. Even has a sheep. I'm too easily amused. Weezer's Undone has a kewl beginning pattern. E-mailed the real Shirley last week. She has to get her wisdom teeth pulled like mua. Asked if we could get them pulled together. They're in Wisconsin right now recording Version 3.0. DaRN secretive Scots! Neither the record title nor any songs have leaked out online. What a visualization: a song actually LEAKING onto a computer! It's like, you see the lyrix leaking onto the computer top and seeping into the computer through it's skin. Whatever. Who did I promise to write about this week. Jon Green. My take on him is we'll always be together as friends, just friends, and nothing but friends anymore. From this point on. But no matter where we are or who tries to split us apart with lies or the truth, we'll always be there for eachother. Who else? I'll write about Ashlee Shores. She's funny because she laughes at me. And she's nice cuz when I cried last week she was there for me. I like nice people. They're nice. Ahh, alas to the story of my poor, poor, hair. I hate it short. It took me a year to grow this long. But my stupidity outsmarted me. Nh says "It goes with my face better" and that he "likes it better this way". But I don't care. I want my long Shirley-esque hair that took me so long to be destroyed so quickly. I threatened to cut Becca's hair. Eelee called me. I don't know if that's how you spell his name, but too bad. Because of him, I'm inclined to name my next animal "Diapers". He crax me up. I must get prepped for tonite. Possibly more later. Pease and Canadian Louve, ~tinzyesque~ |