mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- So tired I couldn't even sleep, so many secrets I couldn't keep Well, the courts weren't closed today, but the library at my school was. "Hi, we're UNT, it's cold outside, so we're going to close the library." It's 28 degrees right now. That is cold. Apparently my school closed at 5 PM today. I hope it's open tomorrow so I can turn in this god forsaken paper. I went to 7 different trials today. 7 out of 12 isn't bad, but it isn't exactly good, either. He wanted us to write an 8-10 page paper about going to 12 different trials, and I'm writing a 10 page paper about 7 trials, so umm.. yeah. I hope I'm gonna make it in with that one. The trials were kinda exciting. A few things I noticed: 1. The male lawyers were just really fucking gorgoeus. I'm talking really hot lawyers here, girls. But also, they were assholes! They badgered witnesses and said things like, "Well, if you don't get what I'm asking, I'll just talk reaallly slloooww." Gahh!! 2. And umm.. other boring stuff. One guy acted as his own lawyer. Oooh, that wasn't pretty. Everybody laughed at his obvious incompetence. That was fun. After I left the probate court, I released myself out into the cold mean streets of Downtown Dallas. I've lived in Dallas all my life, but downtown is still a mystery to me. I always get lost. Every single freakin time. Anyway, I saw a homeless guy who had a blanket on like a jacket. He approached me and asked for some money. He said, "I have to get into the Salvation Army, it's so cold out here!" I gave him about 50 cents and walked back to my car. Then, feeling like a jackass, I chased him back down and reached into my jacked and gave him 20 dollars, and then raced away after he said "God Bless you!" I just felt dumb giving this nice cold guy 50 cents when I was just going to waste that 20 dollars on something useless in the long run, anyway. I feel like it was a good deed. And hey, I admit it, I wanted the karma points. What was that, like 2 points maybe? Give them to me, damnit! I'm wearing a tank top pajama thingie right now, and I can't seem to stop touching myself for some reason. I'm sure my roommate appreciates that. After my court thingie, I went to Barnes and Noble to escape the lovely 5:00 traffic that I wished to avoid. I read MTV uncensored, and wow.. does anyone have any idea where I can see the 1992 Video Music Awards? I want to see Axl Rose and Elton John. I think I might just orgasm from watching that. SOMEONE GIVE IT TO ME! Sorry. I got a little worked up from writing my Diary Tag question, which was "What would you do with Axl Rose if you had a whole weekend with him." Well damn, it doesn't involve raunchy sex, does it? Of course it does. Whew. Axl. Steamy hot sex. Get.Mind.Out.Of.Gutter.Now. Speaking of raunchy sex, my bible study is having a party on Saturday night. I told Crazy Friend that I'd probably try to make an excuse to get out of it, and she was like, "Even if Axl Rose comes to town on Saturday night, you'll just have to take him with you to this party." That was an interesting vision that made me giggle. I think I have a bug stuck in my ear. It feels like it needs to be popped, like after you get off an airplane. It's felt that way for about a week, and it's really wierd. I read somewhere once that bugs can crawl in your ear and you won't even know it, so now I'm paranoid. Anyway. At Barnes and Noble, I bought Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. I thought since EVERY OTHER PERSON IN THE WORLD has this book already, even my mom, who hasn't read a book since 1983, that I'd get it too. It was like 3 bucks. Why not? And I also got this book about people who are addicted to Scrabble. I thought it would be good to read about people like me. I dream of scrabble. Not to get off on a tangent here, but once, in junior high when I was all lusty after Angel Boy, I sent him a "val-o-gram" for Valentines Day that said "I dream of you." And it had my initials on it. But he never got it, because he had dropped out of school by then. Yep, I sure can pick them, can't I? I've gotten some really strange Google hits lately. Like, twisted and disturbing: "Temptation Short Story" "My big boobs" in the same vein "The biggest bra" "diaryland foreskin" "the sun will come out tomorrow annie" "Old gay men" "porn chick Cassidy" "flopping boobs" Diaryland Foreskin? Dare I ask? I really need to sleep now. 1:15 a.m. - November 29, 2001 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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