> Marilyn Manson - Dried Up, Tied Up, and Dead to the World
> Elastica - See That Animal
I had a major sugar craving tonight, I ate around ten sugar cubes, around four pieces of toast, a bagel, and a nectarine. I’m so going to the store tomorrow and getting pans so I can make my devil’s food cake. My hair has really been bothering me, so it’s in a ponytail thing on my head. Watched Futurama and Family Guy, they were fun. I excercised more than usual today, I jogged/ran to the bend in the road (a sizable achievement), and I did some push-ups, not to mention the normal rope-climbing ritual. I could barely get up it today. I guess if I don’t do it every day the muscles don’t like, rebuild or something. I’m trying to set up my Outlook e-mail on the computer in my room, I can’t remember the POP server address. I know I don’t have any e-mail. Well, Molly might have e-mailed me. I so didn’t have the stamina to e-mail Kelly. Tomorrow.
My dad said a few days ago to vacuum the house and I just haven’t done it. If I don’t I know he’ll nut up and get all pissy. I must do it tomorrow morning. I guessed on the POP settings. Let’s see if it works. Nope. Damn it, I have to logon to Tripod to get my info. Smegma breath. I was reading my old blog entries around the time of Taggart, they were profoundly depressing. It’s true:
“The person you love and the person who loves you are never ever the same person.”
–Chuck Palahniuk, Invisible Monsters
I know I spelled his name wrong, but I don’t care. God I’m bored. Mom wasn’t doing too much today. Autumn is pissed at Amanda for some puerile reason, and I just can’t help but find the situation too hackneyed to bother pondering. Random quote:
Brain: “Are you pondering what I’m pondering?”
Pinky: “I think so, Brain, but that would mean that I know what pondering is. Narf!”
I think I’m going to start saying “narf.” It would inordinately entertain me. Oh god, Daniela called me today. I don’t know if I already said that. But like, it was weird. She signed on aol instant messenger but I blocked her. Time before last that I talked to her online she ranted for like twenty minutes about her dysfunctional family. Honey, no. Everyone has a dysfunctional family. You are not special. And my wrists hurt when I IM, so don’t cover me in blather. Hm. Turns out I did have the right settings for that e-mail account. It just doesn’t feel like working. I think it has something to do with my weird firewall software. It was damaged and got weird when I installed WinXP a while ago. It has this neat feature called Internet Access Control which is now somehow still active although the firewall program’s main interface isn’t running. Oh well. My wrists are killing me. Let’s see…anything else to report? Morbidly obsessed with Taggart still…yep, covered that. I think we’re home free. More later.