Anywho...Music - Stitches by Orgy (No radio. Just the music in my head).
~~~I'm babysitting for a friend, and the kids are already asleep. It's only 10:40, which makes me wonder what they put in CapriSun drinks. Usually, the kids aren't out until at least 11:30. But recently, they've been getting to bed early. Maybe they just like me, and want to make it easy on me... Or perhaps I'm just really boring. I'm not sure which. Lord Of the Rings, Fellowship of the Ring is on now. (They picked it). It's at the Mines of Moria part, and they've both been out for about 10 minutes or so... seriously, what DO they put in CapriSun???
~~~Anywho, I'm bored. I've seen this movie way too many times..Isn't that odd? How we spell movie as if it's plural. You don't say "I'm going to get a movy." Do you? i suppose English is just wierd like that. Forgive me if I have crappy spelling. I'd like to see you try typing for roughly 4 hours a day, and deal with two kids under age 6 and see how you type! Heh.
~~~Anywho, I've edited my website, took out most of the personal stuff. I'm not looking to tell people about my life. Just to play the game. So I edited, and put a new picture up that will basically fit Ichi's description after he gets the reconstructive surgery done to his face. ^_^ hehehe! Squee is the only word I can think of to describe all teh happyness.
~~~But anywho, I've recently discovered that people are not as stupid as they often appear. My English class actually understood my poetry, which is an accomplishment for them, I must say. Partly, because I don't even have a clue what I'm talking about when I'm writing it, and also because most of them are entirely metaphorical. I don't think I've ever just came out with a simple description for anything in a poem. When I get home, I'll post some of the poetry I used for my project. That may not be until monday though. I'm going out with some friends tomorrow, and will probably not get a chance to get to my computer.
~~~But anywho, how are you? I'm not sure who YOU are, but I still would like to know how you are. No reason, I'd just like to know. Perhaps I'm being friendly, perhaps I'm just curious, or perhaps I'm just looking to fill space, and get some comments on something by some people I don't know.
~~~But anywho, you know what I like to do? I like to dance in the rain. Pity, because it isn't raining now, and I have a powerful urge to dance. *Music switching to Malchik Gay By t.A.t.U.* Good dancing music. Perhaps I'll put my walkman on and hop in the shower...oh damn. I'm not at home, so I can't do that....Not to mention that I bet that'd hurt a whole awful lot.
~~~But anywho, my shoulder hurts. The right one. Feels like someone has been gnashing a blade between the blade and my collar bones. It really hurts, and my fingers are starting to get tingly. I think I may have pinched a nerve with my bookbag or something....Ouch. This hurts.
~~~ But anywho, I've gotten some tylenol, and now I'm writing again, and I'm not sure why. Do you know why I'm writing? I don't remember. It's a pity when you can't remember what you were writing about fifteen minutes after you started. Guess I'll start a new thread or something.
~~~But anywho, Isn't it odd how we call a thread a thread? I mean, It's not actually a thread. It's just a piece of a forum. Right? Or a part of something bigger. So I suppose people consider chats, forums, and any account a large tapestry, and each individual part is a thread...Or perhaps the accound is just a cloth, and each part is a thread...I'm not sure.
~~~But anywho, Isn't it odd how wierd thoughts can trigger even wierder thoughts? Like just now, I thought back to a note my friend had written me that I later quoted on my binder. I don't remember it exactly, but it went a little something like this. "Wanna know something gross? There's a huge tank full of dead babies. Wanna know what's grosser? One of them's still alive. Wanna know something grosser? He's eating his way to the top. Wanna know something grosser? He goes back for seconds. How do you get 100 dead babies into a suitcase? A blender of course. How do you get 100 dead babies out of a suitcase? Tortillia chips you silly sod!" See? My friends are strange. I love them ^_^
~~~But anywho, I'm really sick of the word anywho. I think it's driving me crazier than I already am, so I'm going to stop using it. But the journal is titled "Anywho..." So I guess that means I've got to stop writing. Or maybe I could retitle it, but that'd mean moving my hand to the mouse, clicking, typing, then clicking add, and I don't want to do that either. So I think I'll just quit writing...
***But anywho...
