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Jan. 3rd, 2004 06:11 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
swordmageI have now seen RoTK 3 times, in 2 weeks. Just as great the third time around as the first. I loved Eowyn, though was disappointed about the Halls of Healing. And the Fell-beasts made me happy. For some strange reason.
I’ve got the Pirates of the Caribbean deleted scenes playing in here, and my mom is listening to the South Beach Diet. Pass.
School begins again on Wednesday. I still have Biology work to do and my ISP to start.
Have started keeping a written journal again. Feels nice, even if it’s a bit melodramatic at times. I spent two pages talking about how weird my life is right now and how I feel as if I’m without anyone to talk to. It was sort of strange, yet kind of true. It seems as if those I’m close to have either pased on and faded from my life; or found other people of things more interesting than myself. Of course, this may just be the strange little voice in my head speaking, I think that more than anything, I need to talk this all over with Ginny, and sort it out.
On a slightly perkier note, have discovered Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series. I’m in love (platonically) with Dream/Morpheus.
As of late, my mind has not been coherent.It’s been working in a series of strange, unrelated, non-coherent thoughts. This is a bit annoying.
And to end, my camera-flash is shot. I’m wondering how I can deal with it, as it’s just a tad important, and I’m running low on cash. One of the many downsides to my current life is that I’m unable to get an afterschool job, which would seriously help my finances.
God-damn it, my mother is now lecturing me on my diet.
Head, this is table. Table, this is head. Glad you’ve now met.
for some reason, half my junk mail is about xanax.
I’ve got the Pirates of the Caribbean deleted scenes playing in here, and my mom is listening to the South Beach Diet. Pass.
School begins again on Wednesday. I still have Biology work to do and my ISP to start.
Have started keeping a written journal again. Feels nice, even if it’s a bit melodramatic at times. I spent two pages talking about how weird my life is right now and how I feel as if I’m without anyone to talk to. It was sort of strange, yet kind of true. It seems as if those I’m close to have either pased on and faded from my life; or found other people of things more interesting than myself. Of course, this may just be the strange little voice in my head speaking, I think that more than anything, I need to talk this all over with Ginny, and sort it out.
On a slightly perkier note, have discovered Neil Gaiman’s Sandman series. I’m in love (platonically) with Dream/Morpheus.
As of late, my mind has not been coherent.It’s been working in a series of strange, unrelated, non-coherent thoughts. This is a bit annoying.
And to end, my camera-flash is shot. I’m wondering how I can deal with it, as it’s just a tad important, and I’m running low on cash. One of the many downsides to my current life is that I’m unable to get an afterschool job, which would seriously help my finances.
God-damn it, my mother is now lecturing me on my diet.
Head, this is table. Table, this is head. Glad you’ve now met.
for some reason, half my junk mail is about xanax.
