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Tired. Have a vague urge to Rentify something else. Mainly cause, um. Antonique Smith? So, so pretty. And…she’s Mimi. Who I waffle between liking and disliking, but gets some really great lines, and. So pretty. Did I mention I was tired? sounds like tiffany, “i saw him standing there”
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My Reel Nsync DVD finally came. Its funny, cause before I ordered it, none of the stores near me carried it, and then two days afterwards, it was everywhere. Did I say funny? I meant “irritating as fuck.” It has a different package than the one in the stores, tho, and they included a lame Nsync psuedo-backstage pass thing, so I’m considering myself ahead. And why is it my mother only asks me to do manual labor on days when she knows I haven’t had any protein?
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Why are there so many Someday we’ll find it Who said that every wish Someday we’ll find it All of us under its spell Have you been half asleep Someday we’ll find it – Kermit the Frog
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Not feeling so good today. Feel better than yesterday, but that’s maybe not saying so much. Later, I want to burn a couple CDs and tape 8 Simple Rules, but for now I think I’m going to make some soup and watch Ocean’s 11. Lucy keeps churning out Rusty/Linus fic, and it makes me want to see it again. Love that movie. I want to be Brad Pitt in that, yo. Just…not if Lucy’s writing it. No way I’m kissing Matt Damon. Eeew.
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I’m currently trying to decide if I have no soul, or if I simply have a somewhat unusual survival instinct. Tragedies like the shuttle, which leave others in a flurry of discussion and posting, cease to worry me before the day is out. Simply put? I don’t care. I’ve never felt anything very strongly except for despair, love, and occasionally fear. Everything else is brief and far away, and I’ve learned to deny what I can feel so that I can at least pretend to function. I’m still alive because I don’t dwell on things. Which is ironic, yes, as living is the last thing I want to do, but as I seem to be stuck with it, I’m determined to make it as unhellish as I can. Which isn’t much. But its something. So, fifteen minutes after I heard about the shuttle, I had ceased to care. The evening of the WTC attack, I’d had well beyond up-to-here of hearing of it. They don’t touch me. I’m sorry if that’s cold, but honestly, unless you knew someone who was lost in either incident, it doesn’t touch you, either. You’re just pretending it does. You’re sympathizing. You think “oh, how awful” and you feel, in an attempt to connect, and support, regardless of whether or not you will ever meet anyone who it actually effects. I don’t feel it. I don’t particularly want to. I. Don’t. Care. And the more everyone focuses on these things, the gladder I am of it. And the more I wish I could make everyone else not care, too, so that we could shut the fuck up and move on. So I think, from now on, I’m going to take “heartless” as a compliment. All having a heart does is make you cry. And I do that just fine on my own.
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Hee! I’m getting pocky! *does a dance* Oi, Melly? I got you a package of the strawberry. That’s your favorite, right? I also got some chocolate, and an almond crush to try. So, you should come by next week, and we’ll have pockiness. POCKY!!
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Dude, its about time I did a layout with him in it….
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Hm. So. Apparently we’re in an Nsync quiz mood. I’ve been in worse places. Lamer, not so much, but worse, definitely.  which Lance Bass are you? this quiz was made by rina and miggie I am also, apparently, Kipley‘s favorite pairing. Who knew? 
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……….I suppose this makes as much sense as being JC’s nipples. But, dude, where are the Joey, Lance, and Chris body part quizzes? WHERE, I ASK YOU?!?! I, um. I mean….  What Justin Body Part Are You? |
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