imwithjonas's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Orange Juice, Color Schemes and Final Exams Orange Juice, Color Schemes and Final ExamsMy attention span is failing, people. That last entry was hella long, but I don't think I'll be able to pull that off again in the next six months. On the other hand, I could always be wrong. Anyhow, school is fantabulous right now. Finals are almost finished! Woo! I also get to move into the summer dorms this Friday. That should be fun, or painful. You know, whichever. This is mostly going to be a random, rambling entry, because I miss those. First off, I should give some kind of official thanks to the fine folks at Shouted Whispers for allowing me to sully their blog. I actually get more than zero hits every day now! We all know that's exciting. I like to think people care. As our next order of business, I'll address site related issues. The Poetry Page has yet to actually happen. I plan to work on that, really. I fixed the archives. They now tell the entire sordid history of my internet journaling. I somehow managed to even sort through everything and remove actual names of places and people. Or at least the names of places where I or my loved ones might be living, for safety purposes. Unlike my mother, the hooker, whose journal would imply a general desire for people to track me down and kill me. Quit saying inappropriate things, woman. I recently developed a keen yearning to redesign the site. The thing is, I've never actually done any of that. I took an HTML class once. It was mostly useless. The current site design is largely stolen (with slight modifications) from a friend. The entire color scheme is totally ripped off from my old LJ. Ugh. LJ. So glad to be on Diaryland. If someone happens upon my site and has some ideas, feel free to contact me. I'm pretty sure I've got that set up. If not, I'll fix it as soon as I post this. I think some of the other links are currently kind of made up trash as well. I intend to fix that as well. And no, these are not like that shallow promises to fix the site that I've made in the past. I have about three weeks off of school and someone who actually knows some kind of design principles. Ah, ambition. Nice to see you again. Also, I've only recently realized how incredibly random the conversations I become involved in are. In recent memory, a particular conversation about the finer qualities of orange juice strikes me as random. I really can't remember how that one happened. It was, however, both hilarious and informative. I've also regressed to some kind of sixth grade level. I've spent an undue amount of time coming up with combinations of boys for playing Death is Not an Option and Marry-Fuck-Kill lately. I didn't even do that much in sixth grade. I'm getting some kind of second chance at childhood. I love it. So, summer is just about under way. I have all kinds of school coming up. I have to find a job, and hella fast. I have a lot of ideas for things to do this summer season. Everything is looking up, and I'm full of creative energy. It's about damn time. I was tired of being at the bottom of some sad, sad pit. I'm happy again! I like my happy days. I look forward to a whole slew of them in the next couple of months. There'd best be a slew. I'll make some kind of mention when I bother revamping the site. Look forward to improved layout and content! It'll be the best thing since the bloodless coup that has turned out the ineffective and incompetent staff of the 80MAU student paper. Woo! I also miss breakfast. I want some bacon and eggs. I want the glorious artery clogging breakfasts of my childhood days with my great-grandmother. I want fried potatoes and hominy. I want biscuits and delicious milk gravy and ham and cornbread and sausage and all that good stuff. Potato cakes. Mmm. Fried sweet potatoes. Creamed corn. Salmon patties. Salmon patties fucking rock. I don't want to hear any smack about that. I miss breakfast, damn it. Now I'm hungry. Damn all this not eating. I'm totally clumsy, just by the way. I somehow managed to turn my ankle (on nothing), fall over, tear a hole in my pants and scrape a large patch of skin off of my knee. Now my ankle hurts and my knee is all oozy. Blech. Ben, Ben, Ben. He's still totally awesome. I still can't believe I met him. That was the stuff of dreams. Yay! I rambled pointlessly! I feel so much better! 11:32 p.m. - May 10, 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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