the boron narratives

Wednesday, July 16, 2003

listening to: tori, crucify (live)

i love this mp3 so much. because she forgets the song halfway through. *loves tori*

um. i'm tired. i had to get up eaaaarly *whine* to go eat breakfast with mom and reid. at least i got waffles for my trouble.

mm. in the last week, i've written like.. 4 sentences in my damn magneto fic. doh. should *not* have started it on the computer. (the others thus far i've handwritten and then typed.) but. i cannot be productive on the computer. i can't. too many distractions. anything of note that i do, i write it first. even if it's just a sentence on a notecard. argh. but for soooome reason i decided nooo, i'll just type this. and it's. well, i really want to finish this damn story before i leave. in a week. and... rrr. i hate fictional characters. *frowl*

and i want the mail to come. *gasp* oh. right when i typed that, i heard a car, and i thought maybe it was the mail. but it was just a car. well, a truck. but not the mail. stupid mail.

but, it's okay. because... it is. um... because i figured out how to change colors in squirrelmail. so now my mail is purple. well, really just the sidebar. and stuff. but.. purple! so it's okay.

*swivels in chair* i have to go help miriam's dad with his website in.. 3 hours. but it's okay, because i dig miriam's dad.

in conclusion: it's okay.

posted by ~renata~ at 11:40 AM
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