mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy Birthday to me, Happy birthday to Kat, happy birthday to the world! Awww.. all of you guys are so nice to me! Thank you for all your birthday wishes! And thank you for your entry today, Ali-Kat, and oh lordy, if I ever had to be 12 years old again, I'd stab myself in the eye with a very sharp fork. So umm, I guess it's a good thing I'll never be 12 years old again, right? I would like to get into a rant about BB right now, but I'll save that for tomorrow. Because I don't feel like ranting. And I'm determined to have good times today. But you should know that I wasn't going to come to BB's today. The thought of spending a night for myself, which would include watching Friends, going to Borders, and then seeing a movie (Serendipity, probably) sounded really nice. And he was being a bunghole. But I had an agenda. I came here because a. I wanted to play Super Mario Brothers b. He has a washer and dryer, I do not! 3. I needed my sexual psychology book to study for the test d. And other such things. Hey, sometimes a girl has to do what she's gotta do. Speaking of Super Mario Brothers... I AM THE QUEEN! I am QUEEN MARIO! I saved the damn princess, Booya! And it only took BB getting me about 50 extra men in that thingie on level 3-1 and then having him help me get through the maze type thing of 8-4, but I did it, I smacked their asses. Muahahah! Bite me, turtle boy! I saw a guy the other day wearing a shirt that said "Amature Gynecologist," and he was reading Jane magazine. That was a little confusing, yet highly fascinating, to me. Oh, girls. And boys, I suppose. I went to Barnes and Noble tonight and read a real tearjerker of a book. If you feel like crying and want a really good read, go get Dear Stranger, Dearest Friend. It's about breast cancer, and it's just a really good book. I bought some blue nail polish tonight. I thought, "hey, I'm 22, I need some blue nail polish." So I see that Survivor 3 has started, and I really couldn't give a shit about it. I really can't stand this reality TV crap. Except.. except for the show "Lost." Now that is good stuff. I can't stand any of the people on it (Big chested blond bimbo, Harvey Weinstien in training, Little Miss Thang, Mom with a heart of gold) but I'm addicted, yes I am. Oh yeah.. I seem to be getting a new roommate on Sunday. I just got a note on my door that basically said, "Clean your shit up, you're getting an international roommate on Sunday, and be nice because they probably don't speak english." Well, that's not the exact words. But you know. It should be interesting. I don't have much international people experience. I speak a little french, but I don't think there's a whole lot of French foreign exchange students out there. So, in closing, a shout out to Felisdemens and Lynn (umm yeah, that cracked my ass up.. "bible studying, porn writing.. lol!) for giving me such happy words in my guestbook. Yay people! I'm going to continue to walk Lost and paint my fingernails blue now. Good times, Diaryland 11:52 a.m. - October 12, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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