mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 100th entry: with eyes, jackasses, and eyes wide shut Welcome to the 100th entry of my diary! Woooeee. 2 months, 100 entries. Impressive, eh? I should be in class right now, learning about the legal system. Am I in class right now? No, I'm not. I couldn't find a parking space near the damn building. Yes, I hear you saying "But you live on campus! Walk!" Well, I don't want to! It's raining and it's far away! So there. (Sticks tongue out at you.) So I see many of you had comments about my BB entry yesterday. To the one jackass who didn't leave your name, what the hell is your problem? I really don't understand what makes people feel like they can insult my relationship with my boyfriend even though they've never seen it. I'm just honest. I know that our relationship won't always be perfect, and I don't need pussies like you who won't leave your name to drag my relationship down to your level. Bunghole. While I'm at it, I'd like to bitch a little about strangers who ask me if I'm tired. I really hate that. Most of the time I'm not tired, and I guess I just look like shit or something. This goes back to when I was in junior high. I was born with this eye condition where I didn't have the muscle that holds your eyes up, so my eyes were always drooping. So, in junior high, people were always accusing me of being on drugs and being tired and crap. I had never taken drugs and I was proud of that, so it really wounded me. I got surgery and pretty much ended talk like that, but I still get the occasional "Are you tired? You look tired." comments. What the hell business is it of yours if I'm fucking tired? What if I am? Are you going to let me take a nap on your counter or something? A fun fact: I sleep with my eyes open. It confuses people greatly, and sometimes it can even be a good party trick! A few people have taken me off their favorties. I'm not sure about all of them, but I know one specific person did, and it makes me sad. I've never really talked to her before, but I respect her a lot and I kinda wanna write her a letter and tell her that I respect her and that I anxiously read her stuff whenever I can, but I don't want her to think that it was because she took me off her favorites, which it's really not, I just want her to know. Well this is a highly bitchified entry, isn't it? Well, that's okay, it's just stuff I wanted to get off my chest. It's raining, and 75 degrees. If it was like this everyday, I wouldn't have a problem with that. I've gotten some highly bizarre google hits in the past 24 hours. There's some strange people out there, yes there is. "Eckerds porn" "gave him a hand job" "my first orgasm" "weight loss" and the most puzzling of all: "spring break" sex site:diaryland.com I've decided that my suitemate is cool after all. Yesterday, she listened to all of Dido's album in her room. I think that's awesome. I love Dido and I get giddy when other people do too. I finished my story. I again realized that I don't know anything about writing stories. It was hard! I think it might suck ass, but I'll let my teacher tell me that. Well, you can too, I'll post it on michelestory, you can find the link at the bottom of this entry, or somewhere around that. "I know it's hard to keep an open heart, when even friends seem out to harm you, but if you could heal a broken heart, wouldn't time be out to charm you.." 10:45 a.m. - September 04, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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