be oblong and have you knees removed

Oh, just ignore that last entry. A little psychoness goes a long way… especially online… *gives self the eyebrow* *switches eyebrows*

So anyway. Hi there. Sir Agamemnon decided to grace us with his presence. How kind. Now, if only Sir Hidden Hearting Heart would do us the same honor! *gets sick of people abandoning their diaries for no apparent good reason* At least I say I’m going to be busy, or that I’ll be out of town, or am sick… I don’t think I could EVER go for a month without writing. Ever. I mean, I’ve gone through weeks before, and believe me that was tough, but it’s always been for a darned good reason. Ok, I’ll stop now. I’m being unfair to those less insane, psychotic, and internet addiction-challenged. (that would make them NOT addicted to being online, as opposed to my addictedness)

I can feel the *cough400cough* approaching. It’s calling out to me… “dreamergrrl… dreamergrrl!” it cries. It wants. It needs. Something special. And dreamergrrl just doesn’t know what to give. There’s only so much to give online. I give this diary my soul… my heart… my life. And occasionally my photography, lol. *ponders*

Steve-George and I are having a lovely conversation online. We’re discussing writing, and thoughts, and English… nice. Apparently he’s horrible at communicating his thoughts on paper, though he’s deep and verbally communicates quite well. This is why he writes poetry when he writes, and not… well… just writing. Whereas I cannot write poetry! Not for the life of me. I don’t like the entire concept of just writing but separating into stanzas. I don’t get it, which is mostly why I just avoid it altogether. *applause* for those of you who write MAGNIFICENT poetry. (such as Sean and Aims)

*sleep deprivation can cause shortness of brainpower*

to quote myself in my current conversation with Aimée. (and yes that IS the true and correct way to spell her name)

Do you know what makes me happy? Open campus for finals starting next Tuesday. Do you know what makes me even happier? The fact that I don’t have to go to school on Thursday – the last day of school. After Wednesday, that’s it. I’m done. I’m through. I’m OUT OF THERE until summer band. HAH, lol.

Well, I’m being

~swept away in variety~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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