Yeah, I don't have a subject today. Today is the day I completely lack any sort of communication skills. I don't know why. Maybe the scholarship presentation this morning completely sapped me of my lifeforce. Actually, if that had happened I'd probably be dead. Yeah.
There's something about sending e-mails to strangers making requests of them that makes me nervous. But I ordered my shirt today. But my mom drove off to work in my car with my checkbook in the back, so I can't send the money until tomorrow. Curse it all. I want my I Am Made of Poison shirt now. Gosh darn it, I am such a teenybopper at heart, no matter how I deny it. What other kind of person giggles at pictures of Linnell in the late 80s? I'm living in denial! Sure, I'm a weird teenybopper, but it's just not an excuse. I should be banished from the earth for being such an abomination. I just admitted to giggling. Umm... pretend I never, ever said that.
So! There now, let's draw all the attention down here. I had to get up too early this morning, and then had to make a speech about myself, you'll have to excuse me. I wonder if I can find a credit card around here so I can order a shirt that would require me to pay in pounds from a British bank if I paid by check/cheque. Check with a q-u-e looks like it should be pronounced shek, all French-like and fancy, not American-ish and meaning a small piece of paper representing the exchange of other small pieces of paper without actually using the real small pieces of paper.
Wooo! This entry sounds like I'm high or something!
There's something about sending e-mails to strangers making requests of them that makes me nervous. But I ordered my shirt today. But my mom drove off to work in my car with my checkbook in the back, so I can't send the money until tomorrow. Curse it all. I want my I Am Made of Poison shirt now. Gosh darn it, I am such a teenybopper at heart, no matter how I deny it. What other kind of person giggles at pictures of Linnell in the late 80s? I'm living in denial! Sure, I'm a weird teenybopper, but it's just not an excuse. I should be banished from the earth for being such an abomination. I just admitted to giggling. Umm... pretend I never, ever said that.
So! There now, let's draw all the attention down here. I had to get up too early this morning, and then had to make a speech about myself, you'll have to excuse me. I wonder if I can find a credit card around here so I can order a shirt that would require me to pay in pounds from a British bank if I paid by check/cheque. Check with a q-u-e looks like it should be pronounced shek, all French-like and fancy, not American-ish and meaning a small piece of paper representing the exchange of other small pieces of paper without actually using the real small pieces of paper.
Wooo! This entry sounds like I'm high or something!