Friday, April 1, 2005
Sometimes my mother like to tell me I look "european". I think that it may be her code word for "fat".

I'm making a new layout!! ...Not that anyone visits my site or anything, but hey! I enjoy myself! Its going to have L from Death Note on it because I love him. I do not, however, love Death Note. It makes me feel like I should be introducing myself to people as "Lee Lee" or something... Sooo! No more Death Note for me because it makes me depressed and paranoid!! // 01:21 a.m.

Tuesday, March 15, 2005
They're always here. Buzzing. Buzzing. Landing on me when I sleep. Buzzing. Where do they come from? Do I have a bit of food hidden away somewhere that keeps spawning them? Why my room? Well, atleast they all die eventually... From hunger. From cold. From getting too close to my lamp...

Another one bites the dust! Yeah!

There is nothing quite like a Florida Orange picked right off of a natural, freely growing tree. It's so full of juice and yum. Now adays, everyone eats those perfectly orange, perfectly bland, greenhouse grown oranges. They're pumped full of dye and radioactivity! Now, a nice Florida orange my not look as nice, but is much more delicious. It comes with the taste of naturalness. It has the taste of orchards, not glass boxes full of packaged dirt. So much flavor! Mm... Oranges. // 06:27 p.m.

Saturday, March 12, 2005
Today, I am mourning the death of all rock stars. I miss all of you. Has the music died too? // 12:45 p.m.

Friday, March 11, 2005
Well, you see, the real reason that I should not have an 8:00 class is because that early my mind does not function correctly. I spend the entire time thinging about the amount of blood that would pour from my mouth if I bit my tongue badly instead of The Knight of the Cart.

I'm officially going to Kyoto next year! <3 // 02:02 p.m.

Saturday, February 19, 2005
And so, I have become Ender.

I've realized that when I read books I get impressions of shapes, colors and textures. Is that strange? // 05:01 a.m.

Friday, February 18, 2005
The Shoes

Well, so, I guess my tap shoes are a threat to national security. Well, the story all starts with my cousin from Colorado. I let her borrow my tap shoes with the understanding that she would be getting her own pair within a couple of months; this was a year and a half ago.

The Reckoning

So here I am, bugging my mother to bug my cousin about The Shoes and secretly thinking nasty things at her for keeping them so long. Then, finally, finally there's a chance to get them back. My dad is going to visit Colorado to go ice fishing. My shoe hoarding cousin will at last be over thrown and The Shoes returned to me!

The Issue of National Security

Well, my dad does indeed obtain The Shoes, packs them away, and makes ready to return. At the airport, like many others, he checks his suitcase. It seemed innocent enough at the time, but when he goes to triumphantly present the shoes to my mother he notices something rather strange: One Shoe is missing. Yes, security has searched his luggage and removed one of the hard earned Shoes. The Shoe must be terrorist threat.

A Deviation of Lineage

I've been told that Bob from security is looking for The Missing Shoe as we speak. However, my hopes are not very high. If gigantic suitcases can go missing without a trace, one Little Shoe is not likely to turn up. My mother, feeling bad about The Incident, bought a new pair and sent them to me. It is indeed the Circle of Life. // 11:36 p.m.

Sunday, February 13, 2005
Giving into peer preasure hurts my head, but it's rather funny while I'm doing it!

I have a habit of reading horoscopes at love sites from time to time and, recently, in doing so I learned that Libra's a Capricorns are pretty unconpatible! I never new!

I'm so sick of doing things. I want to just sit here and waste away... And I sound like some sort of hardcore/goth child! Crap. // 04:42 p.m.

Sunday, January 23, 2005
Fuck. // 06:01 p.m.

Thursday, January 20, 2005
An "h" appeared on my hand. H stands for hive.

We do things in groups. We go to the movies, the store, to eat, to plays, to the library and gym together. We talk, cook and play games together. Always together. Anyone who threatens the stability of the hive will be rejected from it before the group collapses. We need the hive. We are the hive. // 11:38 p.m.

Thursday, January 20, 2005
Sometimes when thing do not follow my orders, I beat them repeatedly until they obey my will. This is a tactic that I often use on electronic equipment.

I fell down the stairs and hurt my hand again! (Yes, I do this regularly! Scary, isn't it?!) // 08:04 p.m.

Saturday, January 15, 2005
Ode to 6 AM

My back hurts
My eyes are bleeding
Am I wake or am I dreaming?
I've fallen in love with ink on paper
Thank you 6 AM
(I'm being abducted by aliens) // 01:33 a.m.