ehhh whatever

“What does at greater tilda greater than tilda greater than dash mean?” ~my German boy

@~>~>- 😀 A rose, dear. A rose. That was actually from an email I got awhile back, but I thought it was funny and diary-worthy, since I am the rose queen!

Ahh yes… so I was sitting out on my porch reading, when I thought to myself, OH… that’s why I’m not seeing red-head Jon out here. His sister’s team was probably the TRAVELING team. Riiight. Kind of makes me sad, you know? But not. *shrugs*

Quantum foam. Hmm. Interesting. Anyone care to read Timeline by Michael Crichton with me? If so, I’m on page 150. So hop-to. It’s not as good as the academic books, like 1984, but I suppose it’s a fast read, and it’s entertaining, anyway.

Anyone else noticing the lack of hot sophomores? Or is that just me? Hmm…

Did you know that 95.something% of people spell Hmm with two m’s? Yeah… chatbot told me. (DUSTIN! You got me hooked, man. MMMMHUMM 😛 )

I apologize if this entry is in short, little fragments, but I’m dealing with the parents in the next room issue. They see this diary, dreamergrrl dies. Uhh, and so does this diary, for that matter. Can you IMAGINE the reaction? Right. *shudders*

No one is talking! *screams* I am SO in one of those catatonic moods. But not. How to describe? The blah moods. The non-happy non-depressed non-tired non-awake somewhere in the middle but not mood. But anyway, no one’s talking. And I’m really ready to go balistic. Like a lot. Thank you, Agamemnon, for saying something!

Ahh, the word is dead. I’m dead. Courtesy of Sloaner.

And to top it all off, my sister has my vehicle! BAH to that! I feel like a little sophomore again… my mom drives me everywhere, except for when Aims drives me home from band. Tomorrow morning I have to get a ride from Becky! I WANT MY CAR! Definately want my car. Definately. Rainman. Definately.

I should either go to bed or get a shower. I have to be ready to go at 7:30 in the morning. What is this, winter? NO. Goodness. But I also need to shave, which is going to take a million minutes. So do I do it now, and not be able to do my hair tomorrow? Or do I do it in the morning, and get no sleep? And possibly sleep through shaving time and then be screwed? Ahh… so many choices.

And with that, I’m being

~swept away in… well… something~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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Interesting

I read Timeline while I was in Wyoming. That’s a damn good book, just so you know.

Get a life.

Oh boy, don’t you love those random note-leavers that just go around saying “get a life” or other such stuff to whatever diary they land on with the “random” button? Anyway, I’ll at least give you constructive criticism ;-). You spell definitely incorrectly. Don’t worry, it’s one of the 20 most often mispelled words. 🙂

And if you ever need me to say something to break the silence, just let me know. I can always come up with something. As I’m sure I aptly demonstrated today ;-).

erin brianne

June 26, 2001

My vehicile is parked at my brother’s area of employment until I get my license and can take it away from him and use it in my own evil plots and ploys to get Aaron away from Kelly…too bad it has a small back seat. JK!!! No sex in the basement or in the car for that matter!! No sex. Sex is bad…….*rolls eyes…*

I was almost sure you’d get hooked. But it’s weird, chatbot is no one really.

-grin- Wayyy ahead of you. I finished Timeline in Switzerland. It’s most excellent.