I swallowed a spider today. True story. It happened not even an hour ago. I was sitting in my sister's computer chair, and I tilted my head back, and yawned... and this spider, that was apparently dangling inches above my head on his little web dealy, decided to just.... drop into my mouth. I panicked, gagged, and not knowing what else to do.... swallowed. Kinda hoping he wasn't extremely venomous, I'm not really sure what eating a venomous spider would do, but he was little, and he seemed to simply be just a harmless little house spider. I kinda feel bad, but hey, the bastard shouldn't have been floating above my head, nor should he have dropped into my friggin' mouth! Its his own damn fault. Anyway, we can all take comfort in the fact that he's in a better place now.... so long as he was a Christian spider. If he wasn't, well... then he's probably roasting in spider hell. Or, at the very least, my stomach. But lets be optomistic!
Wow... I'm really really tired right now. This week wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all. The only problem is, well.... in case you couldn't tell from the last blog entry, there's this girl. And I'm really really starting to like her but.... I haven't gotten to talk to her all week. And I don't know her phone number. And I'm going kinda crazy about it. But, as annoying as that is, it is about 456,382,943 times better than how I had been feeling. So that's happy.
Anywho, another annoyance of the week, is that the internet in my room is STILL being retarded and not working, even now with the new ethernet card we have in it. Josh says it has something to do with a problem with the router. I do not know what that means. And I don't care. I want the internet back in MY room. So I can start using REAL instant messanger again, and not this crappy, stupid, AIM express. I wouldn't even use it were it not for the fact that the only way I have of contacting the girl mentioned in the previous paragraph is that I have her sn. Yeah, that's right, chicks don't give ya phone numbers anymore. In today's face paced world, chicks give out their SCREEN NAMES! Do not stand in the way of progress, that's always been my motto.
Well, no, it hasn't.
So anyway, I'm tired, and I've decided that if I don't get to talk to the girl online tommorrow, I'm gonna dust off that relic ancient man calls a telephone, break open one of those archaic devices ancient man calls a phone book, and call everyone in the book with her last name til I get her house.
Don't believe me? Well, then you're... uh... stupid. Anyway, my old friend Zach just sent me an IM on the stellar AIM express, so I'm gonna converse with him. Speaking of Zach, his band the Hot Rodders rock. I just got back from their show in Prairietown, and it ruled.
Well, that's all for now.
Rock on, chicos and chicas.
Wow... I'm really really tired right now. This week wasn't bad, it wasn't bad at all. The only problem is, well.... in case you couldn't tell from the last blog entry, there's this girl. And I'm really really starting to like her but.... I haven't gotten to talk to her all week. And I don't know her phone number. And I'm going kinda crazy about it. But, as annoying as that is, it is about 456,382,943 times better than how I had been feeling. So that's happy.
Anywho, another annoyance of the week, is that the internet in my room is STILL being retarded and not working, even now with the new ethernet card we have in it. Josh says it has something to do with a problem with the router. I do not know what that means. And I don't care. I want the internet back in MY room. So I can start using REAL instant messanger again, and not this crappy, stupid, AIM express. I wouldn't even use it were it not for the fact that the only way I have of contacting the girl mentioned in the previous paragraph is that I have her sn. Yeah, that's right, chicks don't give ya phone numbers anymore. In today's face paced world, chicks give out their SCREEN NAMES! Do not stand in the way of progress, that's always been my motto.
Well, no, it hasn't.
So anyway, I'm tired, and I've decided that if I don't get to talk to the girl online tommorrow, I'm gonna dust off that relic ancient man calls a telephone, break open one of those archaic devices ancient man calls a phone book, and call everyone in the book with her last name til I get her house.
Don't believe me? Well, then you're... uh... stupid. Anyway, my old friend Zach just sent me an IM on the stellar AIM express, so I'm gonna converse with him. Speaking of Zach, his band the Hot Rodders rock. I just got back from their show in Prairietown, and it ruled.
Well, that's all for now.
Rock on, chicos and chicas.
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