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Monday January 21, 08
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11:28 AM - Bad News
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I just found out my
close friend has cancer...
And there is nothing
that the doctors can do.
I HATE CANCER!
I've already lost 4 family
members to this disease.
I want to cry.
But I feel so numb.
No tears left inside
my tired eyes.
Sniffle.
I need a hug.
I saw this really good movie.
It's called The Fountain.
But it makes me super sad.
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Sunday January 20, 08
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05:44 PM - Every Day is like Sunday
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Today I feel lazy.
And Sleepy.
And Sad because New Englands
going to the super bowl.
Bugger!
If anyone saw Cloverfield
was it any good?
I wanted to go to the movies
but it didn't happen.
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Tuesday January 15, 08
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04:01 PM - I finally took a 15 min. break
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I don’t know how I feel today.
The weather is nice though.
The sun is shining.
Sometimes I feel alone.
Alone here at my desk,(alone
on a ship drifting endlessly
above a sea of papers)
Sometimes I want to be in
Another world.
Another place and time.
I feel like Sam Lowry of Brazil
Stuck in a little office in Information
Retrieval.
A cold, bleak office.
Ugh!!!
I refuse to become like the zombies
That hover around my desk all day.
It’s a hard fight though.
Sometimes I think I'm on top of things.
But then I look in the mirror
I see I look very tired,
And my skin looks blah.
And I’m dragging my feet to the copy machine.
Sigh.
I think I need a vacation.
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Monday January 14, 08
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08:52 AM - Football
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The cowboys lost!!!!!!!!! Noooooooooooooo!!!!! Oh well. I just hope and hope that New England loses.
Greenbay kicked butt! Heck yes!!!
Yesterday I felt like such a loser. I couldn't reach the soap in the store and I had to ask someone to help me. Why couldn't I have been at least 5'1" or 5'2". I felt even worse when the person just chuckled at me.
Then two big guys cut in front of me in an already long line. I couldn't say anything even though I was really upset.
Where's my knight to save me from all of this?
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Friday January 11, 08
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12:12 PM - Top 7 Reasons...
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Why I love Prince:
1.He is my height
2.He plays guitar like no other
(as well as an assortment of other instruments)
3.His concerts are off the hook
4.He is very spiritual (like me)
5.He sings about whatever he wants
(even if it o-ffends)
6.His voice is just amazing!
7."His name is Prince,
and he is funky,
His name is Prince,
The one and only."
If I can't sleep tonight I think
I will watch Purple Rain.
"You've been gone 17 days, 17 long
nights. The main drag is knowing that
you're holding someone else tight...I
wanna call you everyday and beg you
to be near me, but I know your head is under
water I doubt that you could hear me..."
--17 days by Prince
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Wednesday January 09, 08
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03:58 PM - I can't believe it's only Wednesday!!!
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I've decided to discontinue
the story of Juliet and her mother.
This is my problem: I can start stories
but I can never finish them.
I have a binder full of unfinished
stories.
I'm hopeless. Maybe I'll never get to
be a writer.
My mom wants to come and visit me.
I don't know how I feel about that.
I miss her but she left me.
Maybe I'll go visit her instead.
Tonight may be one of those nights
I'm not going to be able to sleep.
I think I'll watch Alien.
Or Escape From New York.
or Brazil.
Not sure what mood I'll be in.
I wish I could escape.
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Tuesday January 08, 08
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03:29 PM - Inspiration
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The past couple of nigts I have not been sleeping. Okay, the past couple of years I've had many sleepless nights. I am an insomniac. An insomniac who can't spell.
Usually when I can't sleep I watch movies.
A movie I watched last night inspired me
to write a short story of possible scandal involving a young girls mother. (Because my mother
has shattered my world.)
One of my favorite movies to watch late at night
is Lost In Translation.
I really want to go to Japan. But no one wants to
go with me.
What a bummer.
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03:16 PM - Short Story by Shorty
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The dinner party was in full swing by the time Juliet got there. She could hear the jazzy music and hearty laughter echoing throughout the estate. Juliet just stood there outside, in front of the rather large wooden doors, shivering in the dark underneath her thin shawl. Her dazzling, lavender party dress was short and her bare legs started to turn numb with each cool breeze that passed. Still she could not enter the house. Another breeze wrapped its arms around her. She felt her soft, brown curls brush gently against her neck and it reminded her of…No! She refused to think of him now. She thought instead of why she had come. She knew it was a bad idea. Theo and Celia would be there of course. They knew what had happened. Somehow they always knew of Juliet’s affairs. Theo was Juliet’ s friend at the University and she thought they just might end up together which seemed so pleasant, but halfway into the second semester his schedule changed and that was when he met Celia and Celia is the type of woman who despises other women who so much as glance at her beau. That was the end of that friendship and the beginning of so many awkward moments between Theo and Juliet. Still, this wasn’t what bothered her. It was that they knew what had happened. They knew about Juliet’s mother.
Tanya and her sister Tiffany would be there as well. They were a sweet pair; so young still and very humble despite the fact that their father owned half the businesses in the county. They were never cold or bitter, but very warm and generous in everything. Juliet had met them last spring at her cousin’s farm, where their father was paying a visit to an old friend. It seemed that day that when they all met for the first time, the girls had known each other for years. Juliet loved those feelings and immediately felt relieved at the thought of having some new friends. All seemed well until tonight. No doubt Celia had opened her mouth and informed them of Juliet’s mother and now Juliet dreaded speaking to them.
The host and hostess who invited Juliet to the dinner party were the only innocent pair; Mr. and Mrs. Dreen. They were a wealthy couple, new to the surrounding area and only interested in making new acquaintances. She knew for a fact that they were unaware of past events that turned Juliet’s life upside down.
As Juliet stood there underneath the glow of the porch light, she hoped no one would talk about her mother and that they could all enjoy the evening in peace. Hope and peace; those were foreign words to her now.
She could still turn around; she didn’t have to put herself through such torture. She could call Mrs. Dreen and make some excuse. No one had seen her…Ding! Ding! Ding! The dinner bell interrupted her thoughts. Now she was really late, and without further hesitation she took a deep breath and opened the door and quickly entered the house.
To be continued...
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Friday January 04, 08
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10:38 AM - This rain is driving me NUTS!!!!!!!
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Not 2 mention the crazy wind. I didn't sleep a wink last night,because I kept thinking the ferocious wind was going 2 somehow shatter the glass window in my room and take me away in2 the darkness.
On my way 2 the car this morning my face got soaked (thank goodness I didn't put on any make-up)and my papers 4 work ended up the same way. So the ink of course ran 2gether and my boss was upset.
Oh please rain go away...just 4 a little bit.
"Is it raining, is it snowing, is a hurricane a-blowing."--Willy Wonka
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Wednesday January 02, 08
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12:33 PM - Silly Thoughts
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For a long time I thought the world used 2 be black and white and that pickles came from the ocean. If you swallowed toothpaste worms would grow in your stomach. And the people on the radio would get tired of playing if you listend 2 long.
What a silly little girl I was. The years have passed and now I know the truth. And yet another new year is here and I will b a year older but sad 2 say not the least bit wiser.
I read somewhere (I have a terrible memory)
that Morrissey said:
"The farther from youth I get, the stronger I feel"
I agree with that 100%
Back 2 my memory. I have 2 carry a notebook w/ me where-ever I go because if I get an idea or think of something I have 2 do and I don't write it down--Poof--it's gone 4ever. Seriously. I'm 2 young 2 be 4getting things.Dang it.
When I saw that movie the Devil Wears Prada the charachter Andrea had a notebook,and she would write everything her boss told her 2 do in it. That was major important stuff. But I have 2 write down stupid stuff like "put mail out" or "call so and so". How pathetic I must look having 2 stop what I'm doing every 1/2 hour to write something down.
Bugger.
If you happen 2 c a girl writing furiously on a little pad while her friends continue walking without her, don't stop and stare. It's just silly, little ol' me. :)
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