Meheh.
Most of my journal entries are Friends Only nowadays.

Goodness. My first Valentine's day (with a boyfriend) is coming up. Should I be nervous? I don't really wanna think about it.. But.. We're out of school that day. It's a Staff Development day.. meh..

I don't know why I'm listening to this song. Funny. I haven't listened to The Killers much lately. I'm getting back into Coldplay, and back into Alanis Morissette, and back into all of my old music. [Yay, italics.]

I'm really no good at Art. I'm trying, though. Paints are fun. I tried sketching earlier. I was worse then than I normally am. I guess the Art room inspires me and somehow makes me a better.. "artist".

I'm really not a visual artist. Photography I'm okay at. That's about it in the way of visual art. I'm more of a words person. Poet, that kind of thing. Mhm. Still at deviantArt. Actually, I just submitted a poem earlier. I couldn't figure out how I could make the ending better so I just left it how it was.

Last night I was just sitting here, reading my D/G-ness and watching TV.. and shredding paper.. Yes, shredding paper. I had over 10 little stacks of paper going. Found out they made good confetti. Bear (my outside dog) took the piece of paper I had some shredded paper in and decided it was a toy and was running around with a little white piece of paper in his mouth. Then he devoured it. Figured out afterwards that Mom did not like little, white pieces of paper all over her porch. -I- thought it looked like snow and was fine; it's only paper. She handed me a broom and made me sweep it off. What the heck? Who's going to be looking at our porch anyway? No one of any importance ever comes over, and the people that DO come over won't care! It's just paper!

Mom's been really moody lately, but then again, so have I. Maybe it's something in the water.

I think that's a long enough entry, eh? OH. I have a conversation excerpt for you. I was talking to my cousin/friend Tawney the other night..

Tawney: So, what color's your rum?
Me: .. What-what color's my MUM?
Tawney: No! What color's your RUM!
Me: My.. my room?
Tawney: Yes, your rum!
Me: .. God, you've got terrible accent.
Tawney: Shut up.

Later:

Pappy (her fiance) in the background: ... Texican.
Me: DID HE JUST CALL ME A MEXICAN?!
Tawney: No, he called you a Texican.. well.. pretty much.
Me: I am NOT a Mexican! I am French!

And even later:

Pappy: So you don't like Mainers?
Me: ... eh?
Pappy laughs.

.. He laughed at me. I didn't know what his problem was until I realized that I said "eh". Oh, come ON! Mexicans aren't the ONLY ones who say "eh"! Canadians do, too!

meh.. ;-; I'm gonna go now.

And here's the poem I was talking about for you.

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Bye-bye!
-Ash