· torn dollie

Sun, 05 Jan 2003 05:23:44 GMT

Accomplishments of the Day:
1. Waking up on time and dressing myself with matching socks.
2. Saying "Becauuuuuse, I am the cheeeese" in a school hall with three other friends [Claire, The Liz, and I think Leen threw in one.. ] without getting any funny looks from the spetators..
3. Pissing off some big nosed annoying Russian in my Global class, whose name I shant mention. -cough- Yessin.. -cough-
4. Having my global teacher help me piss her off.. by vouching for me, and therefore she lost an arguement and silenced herself for onc ein her life.
5. Getting 18 outta 20 on my global test.. 18 outta 20 wrong.. that is =]

Sun, 05 Jan 2003 05:03:51 GMT

Greetings and salutations one and all. Today was the return to the mishapen box of a school. Twas absolutely grand, however some things get on your nerves. For example, hearing every single person in every single class whine and whien and whine and keep whining about the start of school until it's nineth period and your ears want to bleed and you want to commit a few felonies. I have to go through this too, so tough it out you goddamned pansies!..G'day now. -tips hat-

Thu, 02 Jan 2003 02:31:22 GMT

Happy New Year and such joyous tokens of affection. Due to popular demand of an update by my swarming minions, here I am. I Love the 80's is indeed on and should be taped by someone who loves me very dearly and mailed to me. No, FedEx'd to me.. by tomorrow. Some might call this request a consequence of my "demanding nature" or as a major inconvenience to their time schedules. I, however, would call it a labor of love.
On another note, I must say... in Top Gun.. Maverick's tight pants are none too appealing. As a matter of fact, it made me question his gender preferance.. and ensured me that Nicole Kidman left him because of his severe crotch indentation. And with this, I bid thee a fair day.

Sun, 29 Dec 2002 04:23:11 GMT

My pointless babble to a miniture cube has returned. Yes, yes it has. Hear the wave of trumpets. Most imporatantly, I have returned to become Claire's new Bible, because her others are highly overrated, I do declare. On another note, you should not get just batteries for Christmas. Batteries don't have enough worth to be unaccompanied by someting of value. It's just there. The hell are you to do with it? What if you're poor too, and have nothing to put those once nicely giftwrapped batteries into? You're fucked. Just like the rest of the world, especially those starving children in Africa who can only dare to dream about America's favorite fries on the dollar menu and the dollar to go with it.. I'm done entertaining you.. I'm such a zoo monkey.. I'm waiting for someone to come up and tap the glass already.. Watch my bedroom's second floor window have a rat-ta-tat-tat shortly.. Oh.. I quiver at the thought.. A fond farewell readers. [ A fond farewell is not my own saying.. it was stolen for momentary usage.. and is now immortalized in glory by my usage of its ungodlike being. ]

Wed, 23 Oct 2002 03:21:30 GMT

Hmm. I think I'm gonna go back to talking to this thing. I mean, I don't like diaries at all, no offense to those who do. I don't know, I like things that can talk back to me or things that at least pretend to listen to me. Maybe that's just me. However, I no longer want to plague my friends with my pitiful tales, so this wins by majority vote, counting what my friends would think.

Fri, 24 Aug 2001 03:38:01 GMT

Oo, I got a new lil icon thing. -dance- Anywho, I was looking over my journal, brief, but still looking over it. My biggest problem is supposedly who i can't sand talking to a webpage, but do it anyhow, and that some person loves me. Wow, life is good.

Sat, 18 Aug 2001 00:39:53 GMT

My first real journal entry! Oh, I'm giddy with anticipation, bet you are too. Hm,I just got of phone with one of my friends. We spent near a half hour cracking mindlessly on people since I picked up the phone. And then he says "I love you, Robyn." Why he does is beyond me. He hung up right after that with a bye, which I am grateful to. I couldn't have said it back to him. I don't enjoy lying. Doesn't help much to the matter that he was an ex-boyfriend and that I've been steady for nearly two years with one of his friends that he introduced me to.

Fri, 17 Aug 2001 18:03:01 GMT

Interesting day. I sit before this glowing miniature cube, clicking and clattering words leading to my life. I don't have problems. I am not in denial. I really don't think someone should take the time to write in these thing. I don't have anything better to do with my energy, the boyfriend's at school and many of the friends are on vacation. Bleh. I'm such a hypocrite.

Fri, 27 Jul 2001 00:46:10 GMT

Doobie do. I actually made this crap. I don't believe it on my own. I've always thought that diaries were a waste of time. Maybe I don't have anything to lose from it. Then again, I've always thought diaries were for those children in need of mental help. Coulrophobia. The fear of clowns, ain't it great? I don't get why people write in these things. They write in them becaue they don't want people to see them, but they're writing to an inanimate object. So, here I sit, hypocritically typing my philsophical value to a damned page,lacking anyone to talk to me or I'd be making mindless comments that don't affect their lives. Bored + Awake = Bad combo. I'm already wasting my life, maybe I should do it so reasonably. By sleeping it away.