ding dong the witch is dead...

i feel as though
it is time
i wrote a proper
journal entry.


however, now that i have sit down to do so...im not sure if have anything to say at all. this weekend has been pretty interesting. i hung out with pretty much the same people doing pretty much the same things, yet it was pretty much exciting. i enjoy my friends a lot. its nice to be able to sit down with people you know...not necessarily inside and out but enough to not feel like you have to entertain them. let me get back on track, its nice to be able to sit down with people you know and talk about nothing in very intelligent ways and do nothing in very active ways and just chill essentially. chillin.

turns out magic mike is still on the east coast...more specifically the east village. he also seems to think that i am his soul mate. not sure i possibly could say more about that.

i hate it when my room gets nasty the way it does sometimes. (when i say my room i mean my side of the bedroom) i just dont understand how all of my clothes seem to wind up outside of my closet and my desk becomes full of papers and empty water bottles and crap i'v never even seen before...frankly. i cant think when things are messy the way they are right now. yet somehow...about 2 hours after i clean, every time, it gets just as nasty as it was before. im not giving up.

im not too sure how i feel about this weather. carly and i have come to the conclusion that magic mike must've had some role in this sudden heat wave of sorts...i wouldn't put it past him, trust me. but i had just settled into my new coat and all that scarves and hats were out. im all for strolling weather but this seems to be a tad ridiculous. 60 degrees in november...that ain't right.

as it is now 3:27 pm and i have only recently awakened, i think its a good time to get in the shower and clean my room and eat some damn cereal. now if only i could figure out how to get some milk. oh fucking hell. just remembered that i missed my knitting lesson today. thats disappointing. for whatever reason i've been dying to learn how to knit for the longest time. it just seems like the cutest most relaxing shit anyone could ever do...ever.

let me just tell you...im listening to coolio- fantastic voyage. and i dedicate it to my cousin jeannine. nothing better.