Monday, April 23, 2007


I don't know what I'm doing with my life any more than I did before; I might as well post mediocre pictures and meaty, ochre words now and again so my friends who have more going on in their lives can procrastinate. For myself, how do you procrastinate from not doing anything? Therein lies the quandary.

Right now inventory: I am getting over a chest cold. It sucks. So I'm going to sleep before midnight. I haven't done my french homework. I want to get out of the parental house. This weekend, I attended a high school musical. Basically, I must be turning back into a seventeen year old. Who is so very wise beyond her years.

Gosh, it feels nice to type random nonsense again. Like therapy for the fingers whose mind wants them to have purposes but they just want to tap tap tap their little pads free.