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Dec. 5th, 2004 12:32 amoh, hello LJ, it's been awhile. Well, not really.
last night I went to Dee's for a birthday thing for Bree, we watched the end of "The Green Mile" and then yet another disturbing children's movie, "The Last Unicorn." Actually for the most part it was at least LESS disturbing... aside from the one guy almost getting suffocated by the giant tree boobs. Um. Yeeeeeeah.
Got home from there at 12:30, went to bed at 1:30, and woke up at 7 to go to work. It's some Christmas thing for the Chapel... eerk. Not so fun, seeing as excessive Christianriffic talk makes my godless little self feel more than vaguely awkward. Got done early, and me and Tim went to Ace Hardware to buy rope... NOOSE-MAKIN' rope! Heh. Yeah. I came home around 2, and then had to go with my father to pick out a Christmas tree. And then he wanted to go to the import shop in New Buffalo so we did that... bah. I don't really like spending time with my father, but it was that or stay home and do chores.
Before I left I decided to make a phone call... I got a letter recently from my friend Candice, who moved to Colorado and whom I haven't seen in over 4 years. Just kind of lost touch, but I guess she found my old letters from middle school (she moved in 5th grade) and decided to write. She didn't have my phone number so I wrote back and sent it to her, and she called last night while I was at Dee's. So I called back today... scary, I hate phones. But it was cool, we talked for an hour, it's really crazy how much things change but we do still get along and stuff. Yeah.
Finally left for Tim's, where me, Ali, Anna, and Tim ate fondue and peanut butter pie and watched Saved! and Donnie Darko. We had to go on a little excursion at one point because Saved! died -- the DVD was scratched to hell -- so I drove us all to Bridgman to rent a copy that actually worked.
And then after movies and stuff I drove home. And yeah. I don't know, I know this is terribly boring. Everything I write pretty much is, because, well, I just don't much like talking about myself. I mean... not meaningful things, or emotional things. Not in here. Because it feels like I'm just trying to get attention, which is defintely not the case. I don't LIKE attention. I don't like people knowing things about me, which is why I'm fairly depressed at this point, but we're just not going to go into that. Because again, it would sound like a plea for attention. I don't know.
Yeah. Shutting up.
last night I went to Dee's for a birthday thing for Bree, we watched the end of "The Green Mile" and then yet another disturbing children's movie, "The Last Unicorn." Actually for the most part it was at least LESS disturbing... aside from the one guy almost getting suffocated by the giant tree boobs. Um. Yeeeeeeah.
Got home from there at 12:30, went to bed at 1:30, and woke up at 7 to go to work. It's some Christmas thing for the Chapel... eerk. Not so fun, seeing as excessive Christianriffic talk makes my godless little self feel more than vaguely awkward. Got done early, and me and Tim went to Ace Hardware to buy rope... NOOSE-MAKIN' rope! Heh. Yeah. I came home around 2, and then had to go with my father to pick out a Christmas tree. And then he wanted to go to the import shop in New Buffalo so we did that... bah. I don't really like spending time with my father, but it was that or stay home and do chores.
Before I left I decided to make a phone call... I got a letter recently from my friend Candice, who moved to Colorado and whom I haven't seen in over 4 years. Just kind of lost touch, but I guess she found my old letters from middle school (she moved in 5th grade) and decided to write. She didn't have my phone number so I wrote back and sent it to her, and she called last night while I was at Dee's. So I called back today... scary, I hate phones. But it was cool, we talked for an hour, it's really crazy how much things change but we do still get along and stuff. Yeah.
Finally left for Tim's, where me, Ali, Anna, and Tim ate fondue and peanut butter pie and watched Saved! and Donnie Darko. We had to go on a little excursion at one point because Saved! died -- the DVD was scratched to hell -- so I drove us all to Bridgman to rent a copy that actually worked.
And then after movies and stuff I drove home. And yeah. I don't know, I know this is terribly boring. Everything I write pretty much is, because, well, I just don't much like talking about myself. I mean... not meaningful things, or emotional things. Not in here. Because it feels like I'm just trying to get attention, which is defintely not the case. I don't LIKE attention. I don't like people knowing things about me, which is why I'm fairly depressed at this point, but we're just not going to go into that. Because again, it would sound like a plea for attention. I don't know.
Yeah. Shutting up.
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