2004-01-27 - 5:58 p.m.
holy shit people read my dairy
so today was just a mess of bordem wrapped around trying to be interesting.
did that make sense. no. heh heh. my senses fail (yes just like the band.)
i had to stay home with my brother and i figured i should be cool and nice to him since i never give him a chance or let him into my life. we played stratego...i think i won. but if you've ever played the game its complicated and my brother is freaking smart. and we sledded and tried to race but someone always cheeted. i was laying there, watching him as my ass was freezing off and was thinking about how it would be fun to be one of the guys from story of the year and how much fun they seems to have. i want to go on a road trip sometime with my friends. that would kick ass.
liz pointed out to me on the phone today that my diary is very depressing. its black and grey and theres a picture of me crying in a parking lot, not to mention the lyrics i chose about the anthem of our dying day. well dont you thik youd get a little worrid if i suddenly changed my picture to some butterflies and made the background pink? common you know youd be scared. actually the people (who is more than two...awsome) who read my diary would glance at it, then think "abby is going through i hippie phase again...oh well." plus i like my story of the year lyrics... she also pointed out that last year the play was a savior and that was something good. yea thinking back the play kicked some mad ass.
i layed in bed for two hours thinking over school, and summer, and what to write next. (my tylonal sinus keeping me awake...) i also watched spy kids. is that weird?
no its just pathetic.
"i didn't really want to see tad hamilton anyway."chad
"oh common you know you wanted to see topher grace without his shirt on. oh baby oh baby"me
"yea and then i could do some other fun stuff. like pull my hair out."chad
chad has the best quotes.
god we're going sturr crazy here. my brothers jumping into the bean bag chair, my moms burning sloppy joes, and my ears are ringing and liz is cracking "jokes".
i seem to be swearing a lot. i blame the weather and my cold. damn them both to hell.
