
RETURNS FROM THE DEAD!!! ... or at least hibernation
Thursday, December 25
everyone do a dance!!! *does chipmunk dance, feels stupid,stops.* its everyone's favorite holiday, CHRISTMAS!! hip hip hooray for the material holiday! the stores sure love it. but everyone knows its not about the things, its about that baby... er... james? jon? ah, jesus!! thats it. yeah.
enough moaning and groaning, lets celebrate, i got a cell phone!!! everyone should be happy now, as i can call and bug them where ever i am!!! whoo hoo!! oh yeah. and i dont have to pay for it unless i go over my minutes... i love ya mom and dad!
enough moaning and groaning, lets celebrate, i got a cell phone!!! everyone should be happy now, as i can call and bug them where ever i am!!! whoo hoo!! oh yeah. and i dont have to pay for it unless i go over my minutes... i love ya mom and dad!
Monday, December 22
what is there to do late at night other than to write random rants on the computer (cant read my handwriting) that will most likely not make any sense in the morning?!? but sense does not matter, its just little letter thingys all in a row. and it doesnt really say anything in my head, its just pictures!!! *bangs head against desk in an attempt to make things order themselves in head* ooh... sleep is good.
but the bananas!!! they're coming to get me!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!! *scampers under covers*
but the bananas!!! they're coming to get me!!! aaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!!! *scampers under covers*
Sunday, December 21
hmmm.... is everyone crazy? not just weird, but something seriously wrong with them. i think so .
last summer i went in a helicopter with my mom, dad, and brother. i was in the cockpit by the pilot, and they were in the back. the first thought that runs through my head as we take off is how easy it would be to kill all of us. just kick the pilot, mess with the buttens, hit him with my handy cinder block, and we would all die. is that not a little wrong?
and who isnt a little depressed? the most tempting thing i can think of would be to go into a daze, not do anything. sleep. refuse to go to school or work. to not care. seems so easy sometimes.
last summer i went in a helicopter with my mom, dad, and brother. i was in the cockpit by the pilot, and they were in the back. the first thought that runs through my head as we take off is how easy it would be to kill all of us. just kick the pilot, mess with the buttens, hit him with my handy cinder block, and we would all die. is that not a little wrong?
and who isnt a little depressed? the most tempting thing i can think of would be to go into a daze, not do anything. sleep. refuse to go to school or work. to not care. seems so easy sometimes.
Saturday, December 20
hmmm... i have finally decided to start a new blog. new? well not new, my first one!!! whooeee go me!! *does a little dance* okay. hope you enjoy my crazyness, but dont make too much of an effort to understand it. that will just make your head hurt.
*jumps off roof with sheet wrapped around neck* IM SUPERMAN!!!!
*jumps off roof with sheet wrapped around neck* IM SUPERMAN!!!!



