For Those Who Feel The Need To Share All of Their Banal Details Part 3 — Page 18

I love Gimme Gimme, but don't know many other songs.

I think I'm going to curl up with a DVD and some blankets now. *collapses*

She totally carried the show; I can't imagine it being that way with anyone else, as much as I love Susan Egan.

I'm still on my "to watch or not to watch?" fence with regards to Brokeback Mountain.

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wheeee, it's time for South Park!

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After fighting with me all day yesterday, my mom decided she wants to help; so she sent me a million emails with links and ideas, but she doesn't pay attention. At all. She sends me stuff that I can't do, or that's not in the area, etc.

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I just thought this was really cute and wanted to share it:



My lip is bleeding and it got all over my blanket.

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Updated On: 5/17/06 at 11:36 AM

What is, the blood? hah.

Congrats! Goddd, I need a job.

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I just went out for a little while to take care of something, and I come back, but I didn't feel like walking up the steps, so I decided I'd take the elevator. I go to push the button, and it's already been pushed. There's this random old guy standing around, talking to the desk attendant who checks ID when you enter the building; I figured he was just there. It occurred to me that *maybe* he had pushed the button, but he was standing like ten feet away from the damned elevator, so how was I supposed to know? I stood near it, where a normal person might wait for an elevator, and when it came, I heard him say he was going upstairs, but made my way in anyway, in front of him, because, well, I was standing closer to the door. He was the one all far away. So I walk in, and he tries to get in front of me, as if it matters who gets in the elevator first? It's big. There were only two of us. And as far as it seemed apparent, he wasn't waiting for it anyway. I get in before him, and reach out to push the button for my floor. He gets all snippy and goes "do you MIND? THANK YOU." Struck me as one of those cases where he was like "ugh, a disrespecting CHILD." That's what you get when you live in a building with college students. "Children." Oh, heaven help the snippy old man.

EVERY time I return from AIM idle, my mother IMs me and asks me where I am, what I'm doing. UGH.

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Updated On: 5/17/06 at 02:41 PM

I told my mother about the grades I got so far, and two are good, one is bad; so, per usual, she only focuses on what a stupid pinhead I am because of the bad one: "how could you do this? What's wrong with you? I thought you changed. Take responsibility for your errors." I don't need her lectures. Who else's responsibility would this be?

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Updated On: 5/17/06 at 03:48 PM

That definitely does suck, Jessica.

I always feel kind of awkward dining out alone, but I need to get over that. It's totally a self-confidence thing.

I don't think I did well on my math test.

My toe is gushing blood. I REALLY need to stop being injured.

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I love bubble wrap!

I'm really bored.

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