Yes, my journal is locked to all save those who can hack the system. If you'd wish to become my friend, simply drop a request and you can begin hacking.

Just last summer she learned how to dig a finger into the fleshy part of someone's scalp and successfully rip a person's face off while keeping the skin intact. You were warned.

SPACED.

I WANT SPACED FOR CHRISTMAS.

Crows, man. They follow me, I swear.

I mean, you'd think I was just being silly if I'm walking by and one happens to be in a tree, which has happened.

No, I'm talking about the day I was jogging on the track and this giant crow just flapped in and settled down on the bit of fence I was just passing. And then started hopping down the fence after me. He flew away, but they still have something in for me.

So I apparently can't send messages to anyone. Feh.

"Patience is a virtue." My mother says it all the time because my grandfather said it all the time to her. I'll tell you all a secret: it doesn't magically grant me patience.

Or when I hurt my self and blurt out, "Oh, fuck me." If there's a guy around, this will ultimately always happen: "Well, I could, but I don't see how that would help the situation." "Perhaps later." "I already did." "I'd prefer your mother." Secret for this one too: not only is it not funny or witty, it's just really godamn annoying. Knock it off; be a gentleman.

An Ode to Eric:
Oh, Eric, you very large man, though perhaps 'man' is not the right word.
You're hunched and conniving and you're quite the jerk, but I love you, you crazy bastard.
I know you're undead,
but I'd take you to bed,
because you're a real vampire, unlike Edward.

True Blood > Twilight x a million.

Up the ass.

DRAMA.

THAT IS ALL.

Michael Phelps freaking the fuck out = adoration.

I feel like an outsider here. I haven't been here in forever. There were times where I would open up the 'update' box and then...do nothing or get distracted by a text or someone calling or just plain busting into my room. I've been stalking the Intranets for a little while so I finally decided to say something.

I'm tired. If anyone wants to know how my life is, they may ask.

Week of Hell.

It needs to die.

Does anyone have full albums of The Hush Sound? Because I only have one of their songs and it's a remix, but I think it's so amazing and can't stop listening to it. Can anybody help me out?

I'm desperate because I've looked everywhere. And I think I need their music.

Okay, Giants won, Super Bowl needs to end.

I want my House.

63 words

Touch typing free

I would have been faster if it had been an actual phrase that I could do instead of random words. Because my typing is retarded - I have to video tape myself typing just to show people how retarded it really is; I only use four fingers and I'm pretty much all over the place. But writing for as long as I have has got to have some vantage points, right?

Hm, yeah.

DO THIS. IT LOOKS LIKE FUN:

1) Comment with three things that you want me to photograph. It can be anything from the contents of my fridge to the view from my window.
2) I will take the photos.
3) I will then upload the photos for you to look at.

I'm doing the rest of my paper later tonight. Like, at midnight when the wireless gets turned off and I have no choice. I'm always more lucid during the night anyway.

( Bored? Want music? Both? Click. )

Meme I got from...someone. I don't remember who. Go ahead and answer them; I'm interested in what you have to say. Then stick them in your own journal and I can pimp out your own writing.

Meme:
1)Do I have a distinct style of writing?
2) If so, what exactly is it that defines my "style"?
3) Would you say my stories usually follow a 'theme'?
4) Is there anything I really need to improve or change?
5) Does my style (if I have one) remind you of anyone else?
6) Judging from whatever writing of mine that you've seen, what do you think is/are my strength(s)?
7) What do you think is/are my weakness(es)?
8) What would you rate my writing overall on a scale of 1-10?

A gift for readers.

( The process. )

Merry Christmas, everyone. :)

( My favorite one is the last one. )

Ah. That was fun.

::wanders slowly away, mumbling to herself::

...MySpace hurts me.

EH?

(*cough*I could fill it out beneath the time limit*cough*)

I dunno. Something to pass the time. See if you can do it.