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you better believe it, and it's only a weekend away

9-9-'xx: 11:20pm

the song "pavane pour une infante defnte" is one of the most beautiful songs ever.

well, as you can see, i have changed the layout once again. the quote at the top is for you, lizzy. hee hee.

hm. i thought that making over the site was going to take a lot longer than it ended up taking. but regardless, i'm hungry as hell, because all i've had to eat today was oatmeal and crutons and licorice. there isn't very much to eat here. if my dad is still up, i'm going to make myself some macaroni, i think. without milk or butter. because we don't have any milk and i KNOW my dad left the butter sitting on the counter. i KNOW it. it doesn't bother him, but i refuse to eat it.

now i guess my job is to type up some more stuff for ben's site but i don't know if i want to. i don't even think he'll be online again tonight and i'm feeling the lazy bug bite. and if it's not going to go up until tomorrow at the SOONEST [ next week is more likely ], why bother? yeah. i mean, i wrote a new poem and he hasn't put it up yet so i think i'll let him deal with that first. god knows he has more important shit to deal with than my writing.

writing. UGH. i don't even want to think about it right now, actually.

well. yeah. this entry was kind of pointless but i thought that having the pals page as the opener was kind of...a waste.

and this entry isn't? geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.

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