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[Jan. 17th, 2006|04:30 pm] |
- Wendi was originally called Cheerioats!
- You burn more calories sleeping than you do watching Wendi!
- Oranges, lemons, watermelons, pineapples and Wendi are all berries.
- A bride should wear something old, something new, something borrowed, and Wendi.
- A sixteenth century mathematician lost his nose in a duel over his love for Wendi, and wore a silver replacement for the rest of his life!
- Wendi can live for up to a week without a head!
- Wearing headphones for an hour will increase the amount of Wendi in your ear 700 times!
- There are roughly 10,000 man-made objects the size of Wendi orbiting the Earth!
- Wendi is the only one of the original Seven Wonders of the World that still survives.
- Olive oil was used for washing Wendi in the ancient Mediterranean world.
Yeees. :3 |
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[Dec. 27th, 2005|04:24 am] |
Still awake.
I can't sleep for love or for money right now.
The muscles in my arms are aching and...pulsing? tensening or somesuch? and it feels like something's breathing under them when I lie down.
Now that is making me feel a little something. |
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[Dec. 27th, 2005|03:28 am] |
I?
Am stressed.
And I think I just gave myself a bald spot.
And there's a little bastard knocking severed windchimes around in my skull and the clock refuses to spare an hour or two for my sake.
I will be left cellular-less and perpetually annoyed by 7 in the morning and out. Twitch, tell 'em that I might as well apologize for being snappish. I don't suppose that I'd say it vocally. I think I'll have to shoot for Wednesday.
Now do allow me to introduce my pride and ego to each other. Their babies'll be hideous, I assure you.
I'll feel less than well if Twitch's supplied a chance to completely inebriate himself. Not well at all. It's nice to sit back and observe it for a day (heh), but I am demanding and stubborn and ultimately hard to satisfy when it comes to these things. I love that boy, I really do, and my conscience would forever crush me beneath it's mammoth, leather clad foot. Curse it in all of its smugness. I can feel it's weight right now, nearly physically; or possibly the way my back's been chronically aching just contributes to the effect. Ohh. (That's been frightening me. My mom has awful scoliosis, just to ease my soul. I've always liked my ramrod of a spine. This is UPSETTING.)
And I don't want those eyebrows back, either. Ew. Igh. Bad. Images of former, haggard-looking self. Agh. Burn. Bloody bloody. Disgust and dread. Self-esteem shot through the head with a bullet that has Self Image's named written all over it with a Sharpie seeing its last days. Thoroughly mix vanity and self-perception, bake at 360 degrees for an hour and pull out your freshly-made stupidity. Proceed to further warp Wendi's brain by usage of a microwave or stove. Do so once she can't seem to be satisfied with herself until she develops three-inch geisha feet and a feminine mohawk. ...In all actuality, however, the mohawk doesn't sound half bad. XD
For some terrible, selfish reason, that almost angers me. It angers me that it angers me. To this day I'm searching for a loophole, lest I fail, which I most likely will. Tch. Being at peace with myself had been so foreign 'til now; I don't even bother to count the calories anymore, I stopped chanking everything and I don't find the need to psychologically force myself to hate food (which I most certainly don't. Such convenience.) I wouldn't've expected that it'd come in the form of nonexistant brows, but at least it was there. Sigh.
I feel cold? I'm so skeptical and I accomplish nothing useful anymore. What people say sinks in and evaporates back into the clouds, whether they consider me 'beautiful' or call me a mannequin cunt (despite the fact that I take much pride in looking like a mannequin. Purrrr.) I don't care that Seth completely ignores me now to save himself from losing his newfound scene points, or that every person who confides in me for a time moves on to someone they find more interesting (Anna, Jordon, Valery, Susan, Seth, blue-haired Michael, Hope, and Annie have all joined the club), or that Alex Angell thinks I'm a groupie after Sage badgered me into giving him my (purely for conversation purposes! too innocent XD) number a while back-which, heh, he didn't take, or that I find that talking to Twitch is the only thing I can enjoy, or that I can't feel myself and I can't feel others, or that I'm withdrawn and empty and suddenly so very skeptical, or that I've lost all traces of my former spunk and I have absolutely nothing to say to anyone. I don't care that no one found the culprits behind the spray-painted houses and sidewalks and roads on Halloween, or that I have become some sort of strange icon within the school, or that the spooky kids struggle to befriend me, or that I recieve more compliments than I've ever dreamed of having, and the only negative words are whispered behind my back, for fear that I hear them. My ego is obese and bursting from the seams. Wherever I am, I only feel like I'm half there. I think about everything I could possibly do in life, and if it doesn't involve being with Twitch, absolutely nothing enthuses me.
I just don't know.
I threw in everything I had to offer, and used what I was supposed to keep once that was depleted. I feel so drained and grey and like I'm not capable of love when I am in love.
Meditation, 'shapeshifting', astral travel, sleeping all day, I've tried everything just to feel like I'm somewhere else.
I don't want to be anything aand I don't feel human.
I feel robotic and somewhat nihilistic and like I know too much too early.
I want to know everything, even when I'm completely sure that that is the exact thing that turns life grey.
I want to know why I can't FEEL anymore and why I have to hide in the corners from myself and why I always happen to be the shadow that momentarily passes through people.
I'm not confused, I don't feel capable of being confused.
Generally? I feel like something made from nothing after the all paint's chipped off. |
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[Dec. 25th, 2005|02:18 pm] |
Huh. After promptly being placed in iso after a little, much-needed vay-cay, I decided to crawl out of my hole to spread my very own brand of Daveish holiday cheer.
So happy Chrismakkahanzaawhateverthehell.
Now let me be off to my Virgin-Mary-white solution pit all over again.
Lots of love. You know who you are. *gigglesnort* |
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[Dec. 23rd, 2005|10:43 pm] |
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I'm such a disappointment. |
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