Kay, well....Still recovering from my birthday Friday night..my best friend, BGD, (Big Gay Dan,) took me to the "hottest gay nightclub in DC" Right when you got in the door, there was this guy in a cage...dancing....wearing leather chaps...and nothing else. It was definitely intresting, if nothing else. I also got presents! I got an orchid, really pretty, expensive fairie wings, Britney Spears "curious" perfume, Oddworld- Stranger's Wrath, a new controller, and a pretty pink purse with nail polish, body spray, and Doom 3 and Half-life 2 inside. ^_^() Ahh, the life of a female gamer...

Okay...well, 12 days till my brithday! Me and Tyson broke up...we're not sure if theres something worth salvaging right now, so we're leaving each other alone for now. That's it for right now..

26 DAYS TILL MY 18TH BIRTHDAY!!!!! BWAHAHAHAHA!!!! Okay, seriously, it is, and I'm excited, and I can't wait, and...I'm gonna go out and buy cigarettes, and porn...not because I smoke, or look at porn, but just cause I can now. ^_^ We're having a LAN party and stuff, so it'll be fun.

grrr...all men are stupid. I walked all the way to Tyson's house, I gave him something I was...saving...for marraige, and he goes and calls me fat! Not a day later, not a week later, but the VERY SAME NIGHT. I love the man, but he's an insensitive bastard. He's not all that skinny either, but do I complain? No, of course not, because I love him, and I love all that he is, and that includes his slight pudginess. I mean, yea, he apologized, and I forgave him, and I love him, and the sex was great, but...dear god!

Bored...in class...and bored...and my fingers tasrte like soap...because I was painting earlier in class and then I was washing my hnds because I had glue all over them from the paper mache glue and then I washed them and now they taste like soap...sigh. I went to Tysons house monday! That was fun. I love him. Unh...I can't think of anything else intresting. The end.

The Glory of The Llama song

  That is all.

Okay...so....I was in a pretty bad car accident with my Boyfriend yestarday...no one got seriously hurt, wich was good, but we're both a little banged up. (Not in a good way,) and we spent most of today lying in his basement like, "Omg..." And of course he won't be driving for the next couple of months. That leaves it up to me, I guess...*strikes Fable "Hero" pose* HAHA!

Important scientific breakthrough!! After many many minutes of research, I have reached a sudden and startling conclusion:
  Dorks must secrete a pheremone. Because they all smell the same, and a whole bunch of people can't all be using the same soap! James smelled like Paul, who smells like Tyson, who smells like Andrew, who has a big hole in his chest. And it can't be secreted by the X-box because I don't smell like them and I spend just as many hours plastered to it as anyone else. I can only assume that my ability to surf and play guitar eliminates my own dorkiness. The end.

Wow! I have a diary...!!! Who knew? Anyways, I'm not sure how this whole thing works. I want to get more 'into' elfwood instead of just having a gallery here. It said my diary is sad a d empty, so I'm filling it up. Yay!