Saturday, August 11, 2007

i keep telling myself i'm not the desperate type

I've been wandering away from my darling Panic! the past few days so as to listen to FOB. I had forgotten how much I really like them... XD Yeah... ok. Let me think about where to start this one... I woke up. I decided that it was faaar to early to be getting out of bed [pfft, it was 10 in the morning, for goodness sake]. Went back to sleep for a grand total of six minutes. Woke up for reals because I realized my leg had begun to hurt a little. I panicked. I stood up and realized it didn't hurt anymore. Decided that this was going to be a loooong week. At around 5 in the evening, after I had exhausted my usually abundant supply of entertainment and my patience for watching videos on YouTube, [I watched "A Little Less Sixteen Candles, A Little More Touch Me" for the first time in a year. When I realized Brenny was in it, I went into some sort of shock. Why hadn't I realized that before? I'm a terrible fangirl...] I sat in my room and stared at space. I ran out of things to do... and I still have a week of sitting on my ass to overcome... WHY ME? [I did draw a few pictures...all of them suck, but they're on MyO for everyone's veiwing [dis]pleasure.] Can anyone think of something for me to do? Maybe I'll just start watching every movie my family owns... ugh. Maybe not. I'm the only person in my house who watches decent movies... [Like "Lost in Translation" and "Amelie". If you haven't seen them, go watch those movies.] Meh, I'm getting hungry again... I'm going to go gimp off and find something to quell the rumbling of my tummy... Oh! I know... I'll write letters. To who? I don't know. Maybe I'll write them to myself... D: That sounds sad. `krissy EDIT: Screw letters [for the time being]. I'm gonna go draw me sum pick-churs. :D

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