today was a better day. not great, but better.

wait, scratch that. it was great.

so i'm not exactly to the point christine is at (getting roses delivered to her at the office from a secret admirer---*unknown source* is how she puts it) but... but oh! is it wrong of me to think that i have half of a hope of a chance?

aside that, school blah. whatever. i mean, i'm not making much of an effort to go out and meet people... but i have my electives tomorrow, so perhaps i'll feel a bit more sociable to those people. the people in the rest of my journalism courses... don't get me wrong, they all seem nice enough. and when we DO talk, hey, they're great people... but i don't know. i think i'm just convincing myself that they won't like me and that its not worth the effort... i mean, i have other people to talk to outside class. still, i must admit, it would be really nice to have someone else to talk to... ah well.

btw, great grandma russell... my thoughts and prayers are with you.

blah. today was just a bad day. i'll be fine. but i do appreciate the fact that people are concerned about me.

::mwah::

i need a car. i don't want one though. i hate driving. blech. driving is for... people who enjoy it. prefrably someone who is friends with me.

neopets <---in the true spirit of my daily webpage whoring.

well... i like college.

i don't like junior mints. sorry brock.

craig is such a nerd. man i love him.

today was a loooong day. i should really really go to bed.

updating soon... ::snorts:: where have we heard that one before?

playing for keeps <----worth your while

yay! (?) work is getting accomplished!

have i mentioned that i'm so over him? have i also mentioned that i'm so full of shit?

work went well today. quite well indeed. i didn't break the computer... i didn't break the computer... ::does the didn't break the computer dance::

and to make this day even MORE amazing---aim and lis updated! score!

i hate being sick!

blah.

hey---don't let me forget.

i need the alicia keys cd. that girl has mad talent... she deserves my money. none of this napster shit for her, yo.

slowly but surely... the page is comin' along. really. i just have to put up the menus... tomorrow at work i'll start on my episodes. hopefully i have it running before i go off to school. oh so hopefully.

my hair is a... duh-nuh-NUUUUUUH-----new friggin' shade of brown! be still my beating heart.

have i mentioned yet that i love work? ahhh it was great. as for wes? pffft, if i fucking practically knock you over and you don't even say anything... not even "OW" or "pull up the zipper on your shirt you dirty whore" then i have decided that i don't need you. so yeah. uh-huh. i betcha that hurts right where it counts. hey, i haven't seen 2ge+her in the longest time...

its like... sleep. i need to sleep.

lol, i love work. people are so funny. people are so dumb. ::glomps everyone at work:: omg, the greatness.

its too hot. the heat needs to break soon. i'm crazy, sleepy, tired and hot.

i get to go shopping on sunday.

i really need to learn... proper sentence structure. grammar might be nice too. oh hell, i'm rambling. i'm going to bed.

okay. so i lied. what else is new? that truck drives like a damn. oh how i love it. even if it is a slightly garish shade of red. or so i thought at first. it grew on me. quite quickly, might i add. have i mentioned yet that i love the truck?

and work is... feeling more like a job now. more of a job, less of a chore. i feel like i fit in now... i'm not just "that girl at the front". i'm "lyn". or "hey you" or "lyn, you're a dork". at least i'm something.

and i'm going to yearbook hell. even if nobody else notices it, i'll know its there... and "it" is that white space at the bottom of the back page of the newsletter. HOW MANY FRIGGIN' YEARS DOING YEARBOOK AND I LEAVE SOME FUCKING WHITE SPACE ON A STUPID PAGE? damn. just slap me sideways and call me john todd.

le sigh. itchy eyes and bacon is whaty my afternoon is about to consist of.

i must be the most boring person alive, i swear. i go to college in about 3 weeks... if that... and how am i spending my last few weekends? alone, at home, chilling... i'm boring. and its not that i don't want to be around my friends, 'cause i love 'em... but i just feel the need to be alone. ungh. i'm turning into my father. smack me.

aside that, i swear, tonight the new layout will be up! it will! honest to god! even if i have to stay up until 4am, it will be finished before i go to bed tonight!!

hopefully. ::smirks::

i start laughing quite hard whenever i talk about "it" now. like "it" is a dirty word or something. nobody but me really likes to mention "it". everyone else is taking it oh-so-quite seriously, which i'm not denying that its not a serious matter. i do realize that we don't exactly have much extra money at ALL, let alone one for a new vehicle. but c'mon... all the stressing out in the world will not fix the car. it won't fix anything! all you can do is look at the big picture---at least it was exciting and nobody got hurt!we don't have much of a choice... there are ways to cut through the red tape you know. and c'mon, would they honestly give a bum deal to one of their employees?? i guess my payoff for working there has come much sooner than anticipated... and albeit while not in the form i had hoped (prayed, dreamed...) i cannot complain.

so i laughed. and it felt good.

it never rains, but it pours.

the irony of life is it always happens at once. always. as a person we are never given more than God thinks we can handle... although we're more often than not convinced that we can't handle it. but we can. we will. we often don't really have a choice.

so if we just hang in there, it'll all work out. really. i promise.

god that bar sucked.

but DAMN could they make a long island iced tea. hello fruity bartender. oh he was cute enough... but he so wasn't straight. he couldn't be straight.

and its because of men like him and taylor hanson that i wish i were a gay man.

sleep? what's that?

and i've decided... i'm a bonehead. i'm so pathetically... sappy and, well, obvious! i'm so not gonna worry or analyze. no, wait, its ME. of course i'm going to. but i refuse---refuse---to act upon it. i'm even going to try to refrain from rehasing it with my friends.

note that i said try.

yeah. du-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu-nu... tequila

life is good

i hate my aunt. she is mocking me. mocking is not cool.

its gonna rain... my joints are so swollen i feel like i'm pregnant. not that i'd know what its like to be pregnant. really.

its aim's birthday today... happy birthday aim!