Pinky
12-11-2002, 10:53 AM
Yeah I'm in a bad mood...*grumbles*
Since this is the creative writing topic, I thought I'd make lil diary entries here, not that I expect anyone to find this relevating or riveting or actaully interesting at all. I just don't wanna have an online diary on some web-site where as anyone can read it. Yeah, I know, I'm contradicting myself, but still, for some reason I don't mind as much having you guys read it. Total stragers yes, but still.. I won't try to understand the mischevious ways in which my mind works. And although sometimes I might mention people from this forum, I won't write any names for the sole purpose of... well there actually isn't one. But still.
December 10th 2002 - 8:30pm
Life is surprisingly intriging isn't it? Recently I've discovered that there are 3 guys that like me, surprisingly enough, all 3 are over 20. Hrmm... That and I've met a very interesting guy on the net. And there's this 26 year old guy that works at this coffeshop/bookstore that likes me and he's so damn hot and we've kinda flirted for a while now and he gave me his number. Well today I was dared to call him around 11am, and he was asleep and he sounded pretty pissed that I had woken him up, so yeah, that's probably over. That's life for ya "you fall and you crawl and you break..." And you know how sometimes you have those very.. very bad suicidal days? Yes those suck... Anywho, I still gotta go finish my report on the oil boat that spilled oil (yes, you'd pressume it'd be oil and not .. gas, since it's an oil boat.. *shakes head*) on the ocean near Spain and is killing marine life and now approaching France. It's an ecological disaster ain't it... *sigh* I've been *writing* this paper for a week and I've got oh aboot.. a paragh done. And it's due tomorrow.. so my dillema is big. Well, g'night to y'all who might read this although I pressume not many.
P.S. Don't you just hate fake people? Someone who says something to your face and then another behind your back? I'm experiencing that right now.. it sucks major ass, but I won't say anything cuz I don't wanna start a fight. (*gasp* yes, i know, me not wanting to start a fight? i'm just getting too fed up with the world to care anymore... either that or it's just a reallly bad day. and i had my band over today, we practice a little, but for some reason i was more intersted in staring at my bass player then actually paying attention to what i was singing, apparently i mixed 3 songs into one chorus... how i did that I do not know.. *shakes head* anywho, must work...yes...must.. also must get coffee... no, frappucino.. yes, coffee frappucinno.. no whipped cream.. wait, no.. mocha frappucino.. no, coffee... yes.. wait... cappucino sounds good.. *walks away pondering*)
the cute one.
Since this is the creative writing topic, I thought I'd make lil diary entries here, not that I expect anyone to find this relevating or riveting or actaully interesting at all. I just don't wanna have an online diary on some web-site where as anyone can read it. Yeah, I know, I'm contradicting myself, but still, for some reason I don't mind as much having you guys read it. Total stragers yes, but still.. I won't try to understand the mischevious ways in which my mind works. And although sometimes I might mention people from this forum, I won't write any names for the sole purpose of... well there actually isn't one. But still.
December 10th 2002 - 8:30pm
Life is surprisingly intriging isn't it? Recently I've discovered that there are 3 guys that like me, surprisingly enough, all 3 are over 20. Hrmm... That and I've met a very interesting guy on the net. And there's this 26 year old guy that works at this coffeshop/bookstore that likes me and he's so damn hot and we've kinda flirted for a while now and he gave me his number. Well today I was dared to call him around 11am, and he was asleep and he sounded pretty pissed that I had woken him up, so yeah, that's probably over. That's life for ya "you fall and you crawl and you break..." And you know how sometimes you have those very.. very bad suicidal days? Yes those suck... Anywho, I still gotta go finish my report on the oil boat that spilled oil (yes, you'd pressume it'd be oil and not .. gas, since it's an oil boat.. *shakes head*) on the ocean near Spain and is killing marine life and now approaching France. It's an ecological disaster ain't it... *sigh* I've been *writing* this paper for a week and I've got oh aboot.. a paragh done. And it's due tomorrow.. so my dillema is big. Well, g'night to y'all who might read this although I pressume not many.
P.S. Don't you just hate fake people? Someone who says something to your face and then another behind your back? I'm experiencing that right now.. it sucks major ass, but I won't say anything cuz I don't wanna start a fight. (*gasp* yes, i know, me not wanting to start a fight? i'm just getting too fed up with the world to care anymore... either that or it's just a reallly bad day. and i had my band over today, we practice a little, but for some reason i was more intersted in staring at my bass player then actually paying attention to what i was singing, apparently i mixed 3 songs into one chorus... how i did that I do not know.. *shakes head* anywho, must work...yes...must.. also must get coffee... no, frappucino.. yes, coffee frappucinno.. no whipped cream.. wait, no.. mocha frappucino.. no, coffee... yes.. wait... cappucino sounds good.. *walks away pondering*)
the cute one.