Heals The Original Dryness

Heals The Original Dryness

i am no longer a faerie





it was not vanity that drew her to the mirror;
it was the amazement at seeing her own "I."
-the unbearable lightness of being

4.24.2002

 
*coughs* ow...

theres either something in the air or morgan or jenny or someone i was hanging out with and the general breathing vecinity of was having or getting over a cold cause i've got me a sore/dry throat and i bark when i cough.

and for 2 cool point who can tell me what kind of corilation it is when my blogging decreases as my activity and experiencing life in a pretty damn full way increases.

*really needs to work on a paper* i played with alan's guitar last night. basicly when i was checking our what people were up to i poked my head into chris and alan's room and sean was playing video games and alan was playing his guitar and i some how got to talking with them and sat down and a little later asked if i could show off the three chords i knew on the guitar, so i did and it was fun and exciting and then alan showed me other chords and so i was playing with those chords and really wishing i knew the chords to wish you were here cause that was the only accustic guitar song that i could think of that i might be able to play, but i didn't knwo them so i was jsut playing and making up songs as i went along and just experimenting and then ian came in and put his legs on my head and was poking me and stuff and trying to get attention, i dunno. after a while i desided i should look up the chords to wish you were here and they probably had them on the internet, so i asked if i could use his computer and gave him back his guitar and went to the computer. well his rubics cube was next to the computer and i decided, hey, i should try this out. so i did. word to the inexperiences. do not attempt to solve a rubics cube in dim lighting with bad eye sight. you will not be able to tell the colors apart, as will you lose track of which side is which and what you were just working on. anyway, so back to what i was originally intenting to say when i started this paragraph, the tip of my index finger hurts. well not so much hurts as is really weird and tender like it wants to form a callus but hasn't yet. is weird. is very weird. and i am falling asleep here and i'm thinking that since i have an 8 oclock class tomorrow, i should get some sleep. goodnight all.
Quoth the Raven  # 12:46 AM
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