warp speed, warp speed...

ow, fuck. hairtie embedded in hair! ewew. will have to cut it out, bleh.

did i mention that i had a nightmare? cause i did. some people were under the impression that all the members of nsync were my mom's kids so they wanted to get to her by assassinating them, so they planted a bomb in our house, which was a little cabin on the beech, and by that i mean, actually below the high tide line, and without stilts. so we dug a huge moat like 20 ft deep around the house that no one seemed to notice, and jc, lance, and joey were hiding there, while i snuggled with my aubry (fave cousin) and we debated the fact that if the evil people realized i was my mom's kid, would they try to kill me? so i couldn't talk to my mom. and then the tide came in and we scrambled up the beach, all the way to the far side of the house, and huddled together there. and still it sucked... our toes got cold and wet but we were tired. and my legs were sunburned.

why, why, she was so pretty

took evaluation on one chapter of japanese. correctly answered, with help, 12 out of 15 questions and must take it again tomorrow, oh the humiliation. at least it's over.

i wonder if rm#1 and the homewrecker are actually sleeping together? or i mean, actually having sex. i know they're sleeping together in the snuggly sense.

lalala.

wheeeeeeere's my beta.

butter!

how i got on the subject of butter with the sultry wax doesn't bear repeating*, but it reminded me that i love, love, love it. mmm, butter. people should never be allowed to make cakes and cookies with margarine, and as for margarine on bread/toast/crackers? TRAVESTY! i consumed raisin bread toast and white bread toast slathered with whipped butter today. mmm. mmmmmmm. now i shall have lemon tea.

also, go lij! she's really cute and looks like claire danes, and i'm all for boys in glasses. their pretty little mouths. kisskiss.

*used for anal sex in a marlon brando movie. (...)

love for holls

awwwwwwww, look what my holls made for me!!!

in our universe, the fellowship of the ring live in holls's apartment and my dorm room, except for boromir, who was turned into a squirrel (well. mostly), and with the addition of a skinny goth boy named psy and a curly-haired karate-instructor badass chick named sally. the closet is where legolas and gimli spend all their time.

( in which jerry springer, holls, and the fellowship of the ring get down to business )