False alarm. I have possibly never felt so lonely in my life.

Clearly, I am not over it.

I'm OVER IT!!!! I AM FREEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!

*Insert non-depressing entry here* Perhaps something about visiting the pier and eating saltwater taffy and riding the ferris wheel? If someone has a happy taffy-type experience to spare, I could really use it. Thanks.

Gray:
You poor, depressed child. A rain cloud seems to
follow you everywhere. The worst has always got
to happen doesn't it? Life is miserable.


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Well... sheesh. It's not that bad. *small voice* Is it?

Went to global candlelight vigil, which was nice, but was greeted with initial dilemma of what sort of candle to use. Then it hit me: what I need is a... candle consultant!!!

Am truly blown back by the fundamental interconnectedness of all things.

Also, my cat is licking the wall.

In other news, I just had a slice of cheese even though I had already brushed my teeth. Ha HA! Take that, world.

Phrase of day that would be funny were it not so mind-numbingly stupid: Freedom fries. No, that isn't grease you're tasting... it's FREEDOM!! Mmmmm. Freedom is good with salt and vinegar.

I want to know you, my most imaginary friend. I want to discover what lurks beneath the surface, even if it's the Creature from the Black Lagoon. We are so close, yet so far away. In the same place but on different planes of existance. Will I ever truly know you? I fear I won't rest until I do. You intrigue me. Amuse me. Enrage me. You are the realest person I know, yet strangely imaginary. You are unique; that is your hold over me. Can I blame the mundane, normal everyday world for my fixation on you? Blame it for making you seem such a bright shining star in such a dark sky? My star flickers, still shining but fading. I want to light up the world with you. Instead, here I sit. Dreaming and dying. Sparkle and fade. Who will light my sky when you are gone? I curse you for not knowing the power of your light. I want to ease your pain. Why can't I? I want to know you, my most imaginary friend. Is reality too much to ask for?

If you actually read this, would you even know it was about you?

Yours in non-poetry,
L

Wait. It's actually an avocado.

*creeps out from under covers* OK. Lime fixed. Whew.

And to top it off, MY LIME IS BROKEN!!! GAH!!! *goes to bed and throws covers over head*

AGH!!! THE BELL JAR DESCENDS!!!

Really, why is it so damn cold in here???

Also, I can now put poms on socks that did not have poms before. I am... THE POMINATOR!!!

Sign on door at the Wal: "Door not working due to problems." Once again proving my theory, all the great minds work at K-Mart.

Sock crisis averted! Was able to buy lifetime supply of replacement poms at the Wal for $2.97. Sometimes life makes sense.

I should probably also mention that I have no idea how to write poetry, except that it is not supposed to rhyme.

It's still really cold in here.

I've been toying with the idea of writing a poem about my MIF and posting it. Hmm. Perhaps will write poem about hedgehogs instead. Or use hedgehog imagery but in fact make it still about him.

Could have called blog "hedgehog imagery." Damn. Always a day late and a dollar short, I am.

My feet are cold!

Ponderings on the TV I Watched Today: (This should be prefaced by saying that I basically hate TV, yet watch ridiculous amounts of it.)

If Jennifer Lopez changes her name to Jennifer Lopez Affleck, she'll be J. Loaf.

What I thought while watching presidential thingy: Oh crap, Survivor's gonna run into South Park now.

In a sort of retraction, I think the phrase is actually "hizzle fo shizzle," which sounds disappointingly less like a Chili's appetizer (I think fizzle fo shizzles would have been like jalapeno poppers). I still, however, don't know what it means.

That's what I thought.

Is it tacky to drink wine out of a plastic Spider-man cup?

Proof that I am the whitest person to ever saunter into the Gap: I have no idea what "fizzle fo shizzle" means, other than it kind of sounds like an appetizer, yet my TV has been blaring it at me all week. (My TV is, apparently, quite ghetto.) And it was just last week I learned what "bling bling" means. For some reason, I thought it was a cell phone. "Bling, bling!"... "Hello?"

Yeah, I'm a dork ^-^

I just don't want to go to bed!

The little pom thingy fell off my sock. I am hopelessly depressed.