I used to sit alone outside under the stars just to think.
I would look up and they were so clear and bright.
At that time, I could be anyone or anything...
I could be anywhere
It was just me and the stars.
Right now I wish that I could be outside looking up at them...
Cause right now I would like to be anyone but myself
And anywhere but here...
And even if I did, it wouldn't be the same...
They just aren't as bright and as clear as they used to be.


~Jenna's profile


Cooking for Mrs. Mary tomorrow... methinks it'll be fun. We'll see how good Courtney is with a knife.

Have way too much stuff to do, and am becoming alarmingly proficient at avoiding them. Blogging, for instance, instead of writing my intro paragraph to my term paper.

English quote:: (Mrs. Southern) : Boy, I'll slap you baldheaded. *must mention that the person the threat was directed to has recently shaved his head and now resembles a dying cancer patient. No offense to cancer patients or anything.*

Biology quote:: (...me.) : [in reference to a comment that many perfume companies use animal pheremones] So... if a male mink is following you around all the time, it's the perfume?

Oh yeah, and Anna, I'm sure you'll be turning possible comments over thrice in your head to check for any possible ambiguity or unintentional insinuations, ja? ^_~

matta... too much fun, too much drama... and the latter shall go unmentioned in this post.

*sigh*

Ok. Writing's not bad, right? Besides, I like to write. (By the way, I have many revisions of my previous works, and two new ones, so... in a few months the site may eventually be updated. I know, my saying that means nothing. But really, i'll try. Anyway, to get back to the rant...)

Yeah, I *do* like to write. But not term papers. And not homework. And certainly not the kind you actually have to do.

C'est la vie. Mais, je ne dois pas aimer la.

N'est pas?