I'm away on a week long misadventure. I'll be back around the 31st.
8/22/2003 06:20:00 AM
It feels like two weeks since we've been able to sit down and have a good talk. Yet, it didn't feel like you were all that happy to see me, as though the conversation was forced. Maybe it's just my imagination seeing things that aren't there. I know you're not good at talking about things with me, but I wish you would. I've missed you, and I love talking to you. Is it just my own paranoia?
8/17/2003 12:44:00 AM
I’ve Got You Under My Skin Lyrics:I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve tried so not to give in
I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well
That I’ve got you under my skin
I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
’cause I’ve got you under my skin
8/10/2003 08:55:00 PM
I’ve got you deep in the heart of me
So deep in my heart, that you’re really a part of me
I’ve got you under my skin
I’ve tried so not to give in
I’ve said to myself this affair never will go so well
But why should I try to resist, when baby will I know than well
That I’ve got you under my skin
I’d sacrifice anything come what might
For the sake of having you near
In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night
And repeats, repeats in my ear
Don’t you know you fool, you never can win
Use your mentality, wake up to reality
But each time I do, just the thought of you
Makes me stop before I begin
’cause I’ve got you under my skin
8/10/2003 08:55:00 PM
I had the house to myself briefly this morning whilst my mother was grocery shopping, and my father and siblings were working. Rather than using the time doing something constructive (such as writing), I found myself recording myself singing and inflating my ego at how good I sound (which looking back on now, I realise didn't sound all that great).
My mother returned with stories of happenstances. Like the chicken loaf with a sign that noted that it contained genetically modified soya beans ("why on earth would chicken loaf contain genetically modified soya beans" to taste like chicken obviously, ma-I realise this isn't the reason.) and of the check-out lady who's noticed me ("don't you normally shop with your daughter" yes "she's beautiful..does she know how beautiful she is..she really is beautiful").
I spent this afternoon trimming my own hair while thinking about the usual stuff (life, love and the creation of the universe). I dwelled mostly on what that lady had told my mother. Some days I'll look in the mirror and see the image of one of the most beautiful girls. So I went down to subway to get lunch, and the young girl behind the counter was just staring at me. She was about 30kgs overweight and just smiled at me while I paid. 8/09/2003 09:02:00 PM
My mother returned with stories of happenstances. Like the chicken loaf with a sign that noted that it contained genetically modified soya beans ("why on earth would chicken loaf contain genetically modified soya beans" to taste like chicken obviously, ma-I realise this isn't the reason.) and of the check-out lady who's noticed me ("don't you normally shop with your daughter" yes "she's beautiful..does she know how beautiful she is..she really is beautiful").
I spent this afternoon trimming my own hair while thinking about the usual stuff (life, love and the creation of the universe). I dwelled mostly on what that lady had told my mother. Some days I'll look in the mirror and see the image of one of the most beautiful girls. So I went down to subway to get lunch, and the young girl behind the counter was just staring at me. She was about 30kgs overweight and just smiled at me while I paid. 8/09/2003 09:02:00 PM
I just want to whinge, and pout, and stamp my feet. I want to scream, and cover my ears, and make the world disappear. I don't want to be here, I want to be elsewhere, I want to be there. I want to be smarter, more interesting, more motivated, more ambitious. I don't want to be 23 in four months.
8/07/2003 08:27:00 PM
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8/06/2003 06:59:00 AM
Thank-you for making me smile, and making me feel like the most beautiful girl alive.
8/03/2003 11:47:00 PM