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Apr. 3rd, 2007 11:08 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
napoleonherselfApparently the girl next door -- who I guess is home "sick" from school, because usually she's gone all day and then comes home on a public-school bus about 3PM -- thinks she is good at singing.
Memo to same: volume does not equal talent.
Also, thanks for sharing your TV show with me earlier. I don't know what it was, aside from apparently being hilarious since you kept shrieking laughter. But your generosity is nonetheless noted.
...is there a reason why I don't get to have a peaceful home? I mean, aside from the fact that I am me.
Last night I dreamed that Chris showed up alive, and told me that it was merely a string of unfortunate misunderstandings that led to people thinking he was dead all this time. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Good one, subconscious. That was a funny trick you played. When I woke up and had shitty reality crash upon me once more, I nearly stabbed myself with laughter. For your next trick, maybe you should kill a puppy.
I don't even know why I get up in the morning anymore. All I do is go to classes for a degree that probably I'll never manage to get because COME ON how could something NOT go wrong, and then come home and sit around with my headphones turned up to drown out the neighborbitch. Then I go to bed, have disturbing and/or depressing dreams, and get up to do it all over again. The only thing I really enjoy at all in my life right now is two hours of Atomic Age cinema on Saturday night, and then it's nothing but slogging through school and dreading being at home until the next Saturday. This is not a way to live.
But then, it isn't like I get a choice.
Memo to same: volume does not equal talent.
Also, thanks for sharing your TV show with me earlier. I don't know what it was, aside from apparently being hilarious since you kept shrieking laughter. But your generosity is nonetheless noted.
...is there a reason why I don't get to have a peaceful home? I mean, aside from the fact that I am me.
Last night I dreamed that Chris showed up alive, and told me that it was merely a string of unfortunate misunderstandings that led to people thinking he was dead all this time. HAHAHAHAHAHAHA. Good one, subconscious. That was a funny trick you played. When I woke up and had shitty reality crash upon me once more, I nearly stabbed myself with laughter. For your next trick, maybe you should kill a puppy.
I don't even know why I get up in the morning anymore. All I do is go to classes for a degree that probably I'll never manage to get because COME ON how could something NOT go wrong, and then come home and sit around with my headphones turned up to drown out the neighborbitch. Then I go to bed, have disturbing and/or depressing dreams, and get up to do it all over again. The only thing I really enjoy at all in my life right now is two hours of Atomic Age cinema on Saturday night, and then it's nothing but slogging through school and dreading being at home until the next Saturday. This is not a way to live.
But then, it isn't like I get a choice.
