Whatever

During the day, I think of the greatest things to blog about. However, as the day progresses, and by the time I get to go on, the friggin ideas have fallen out of my damn head. Sucks great big meatballs dude. Anyway, I was reading through my journal (my regular, pen-to-paper one that I've had for two years and still haven't managed to fill), and I came across some funny stuff. Gee whiz, I'm neurotic. No really, you should read it (not that you will) but I speak of the funniest things. I must be a censor and stop right here with that =). I'll never tell.

Here is some shit:
October 5, 2001 [waiting for a ride to Got Image]
Dear Orange [because I can't bring myself to write, "Dear Diary"],
Home alone, feeling like an idle drone, nothing to do, but i'm in the zone. The world is spinning, but I"m not not. The world is cold, but I'm hot. Where these words come from, I know not. I'm just home alone, like an idle drone, nothing to do, but i'm in the zone. Listening to Fenix TX, thinking of today and what will come next, Track 2, listen, its the best. I'm waiting for a ride to the show, when they'll come, I really don't know. All I can do is wait upstairs, feeling like an idle drone, nothing to do, but I'm in the zone. Track 3 and I'm still here, waiting, Oh God, I hope they're near. They are, Bye. 6:56 PM -Vanessa