mymichele's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No more french forever and ever! I have an annoucement, my friends. Listen closely or you might miss it. I AM FINISHED WITH FRENCH. FOREVER! Yes, indeed. No more french, damnit. I have taken 4 semesters, 2 of them this summer, and I will never have to take it again for the rest of my natural life. If for some reason I have to take another foreign language in grad school or summer, it's going to be Russian or something. No more french! Ever! Ever ever ever! I just could not get a grasp on that damn language, you know? It was just.. hard! ***** I think I'm feeling better today. My little breakdown last night came at a very bad time.. I had planned to spend all night studying for this damn final, but I studied for like 30 minutes and then decided to have issues. Which is a bad thing. That test was hard. I haven't been doing too bad in there.. at least in comparison to last semester. I got good composition and quiz grades, kinda shitty homework grades, a good presentation grade, and a low C average on the tests, so I should get a C, unless I really bombed the test, which isn't such a hard thing to do. But that's not my point, damnit! My point is that I think I have a grip on myself today. People who signed my guestbook made me realize that I'm just not losing weight the right way. If I'm exercising, I should be eating more, not less. And this whole throwing up thing.. it's pointless. It's not only bad for me, but it's not even helping me lose weight, so that's just really not a happy thing to be doing with my life. It didn't feel right, anyway. I just don't do that kind of thing. Just like I don't get salads, and it almost feels unnatural. I'm pretty sure I won't be pursuing that route again any time soon. I just need to work out and be more healthy.. it's not that bad. Well, I need to find my license and get the hell out of this dorm before they come take me out. I'll write later or something. Buh bye. NO MORE FRENCH! ***** What was MyMichele doing a year ago? (This is my favorite entry, so you get the whole thing) "I am currently looking at some nice pictures of Axl. This here is a really good page of pictures! Oh lordy, do I like these pictures. I've asked myself a few times, over the course of the last 8 years or so, if I still like Axl, or am I just continuing to like him out of rebellion. I have come to the conclusion, after listening to Use Your Illusion 1 about 5,000 times, and after looking at these pictures, and hearing people talk about them on MTV and VH1 specials about different things, that I still like him. Maybe not as obsessively as I once did, but still pretty damn much. I know he's not the model citizen, and I know he's strangely elusive, and I know the whole band left him here by his lonesome, I know alot of things but they don't change the fact that he's fucking gorgeous. If I could see him in concert just once, I would die a happy woman. What would happen if I met him face to face? Probably nothing. He probably wouldn't acknowledge my existence. What would I want to happen? I've tried to tell myself that if the situation came up, and it wouldn't, that I wouldn't sleep with him because I didn't want to be just another groupie or whatever. But if the real situation came to be, would I really say no to sex with someone I've been in love with since the tender age of 13? I don't know, people, I don't know. "Baby, Maybe, Someday!" That's one of my favorite lines. Another one would be.. "So goodbye to you girl, so long, farewell, I can't hear you cryin, you're jivin's been hell, so look for me walking down your street at night, I'll be in with another, deep down inside... Deep down inside! Okay, that's enough Axl obsessing. Also fucking gorgeous: Benicio Del Toro. I just watched Traffic for the second time. Oooh, yes. It is 3:12 AM and I want to be asleep right now, but am I? Oh no, I'm not. I went shopping tonight. Mmmm, shopping. I like Old Navy and everything, I really do, but whoever invented the low cut waist should be shot. Please. Die. But I bought some nice jeans at Old Navy, 6 pairs of underwear at Victoria's Secret, lipstick, nailpolish, and about 20 pairs of socks because they were 49 cents at the Gap. Yes, folks, 49 cents! Run out and get some now! Do I have to get down on my knees and beg for you to sign my guestbook? I'll come sign yours if you want! And please don't sign it and tell me my dog is going to die someday. He's only 2 years old, for fucks sake, and has almost died once already. He had parvo, and was about 24 hours away from dying. I don't like to think about that. The moral of the story here is that I spent way too much money today. I also went to the new Subway that was built right across the street from my school. I haven't been that happy about a restuarant opening since Taco Cabana opened a year ago. Taco Cabana, in Denton? No freakin way! Thank you, Taco Cabana. I think I should probably go to sleep now. It is 3:26 AM and I have on blue nail polish! I hope you enjoy the visceral images I have set forth for you tonight." 1:17 p.m. - August 09, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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