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December 20, 2004
I'm so glad it's a short school week. I feel like my head is going to explode. I just want to have a couple of days to hang out with Adam before the Christmas madness starts. Is that too much to ask? I wonder what he got me for Christmas? I hope it's nothing too fancy that outdoes what I got him. As long as he doesn't make the mistake of trying to pick out clothes, I'll be happy. All I got him was the new Elliott Smith CD. He likes those mopey, woe-is-me, life is unbearable type deals. A little too depressing for me, but I know he's been wanting it so…I probably should have gotten him something black to wear while he listens to it.
December 21, 2004
This is so typical. Just when I start to believe again, You Know Who disappears on me. Although it is the holidays, and the holidays are all about Him anyway, so… I guess He deserves a vacation and all but you can't just leave people hanging like that. When I first got my license I got grounded for a week after leaving Luke hanging at the planetarium. It had closed and he was the last one there, just sulking by himself in the parking lot and, I know, it's still funny, but I learned my lesson. That's all I'm saying.
December 22, 2004
Three days till Christmas, three people left on my list. That's do-able, right? One a day. Like vitamins. No problem. Let's just hope the vitamins are fruity flavored. And chewable. And, preferably, shaped like cartoon characters. Remember those? How come when we get older it's like, stuff isn't fruity flavored or chewable anymore?
December 23, 2004
Here's an awkward question - should I get God a Christmas present? What do you get a deity who created everything? And given his omniscience, any attempts at surprise are doomed from the start. I get the feeling he's not into this mad consumerism, so I got an idea. And I'm being serious now. For no reason at all, I'm going to tell Mom and Dad that I love them. When they ask me if I'm just buttering them up for some money, I'll hug them and run to bed. That'll be my Christmas present to God. Oh, and one of those plastic jumping spiders.
December 24, 2004
I'm pretty sure there's a book that's got, like, the levels of hell listed or something. I haven't read it, but I sure hope that the outlet mall on Christmas Eve is one of the levels. I mean I know I'm a girl and so I'm supposed to love shopping and everything but during the holidays…it, like, really, really blows. And I know it's all my fault for waiting so long and blah blah blah, but come on. You shouldn't have to knock someone over just to get the last pair of fake Uggs. Dag.
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