September 28, 3:51 p.m.

I feel so bad. My sister sounds so depressed, but there's really nothing I can do about it. I knew it was bad living at my house without a way out but sheesh... I'll have to think of something. I'm going home next week, but I'm not sure if I'm taking my car or not. I guess I'll have to now. I have the whole family coming with me to Bayfest.

September 24, 11:49 p.m.

This is a post just to post. I'm still alive, yay. I have a couple of concerts this weekend. I won tickets to Michelle Branch/The Calling/Lifehouse so that means I have to sell the tickets that I bought. My friend Amber won tickets to the Will Hoge show Friday night, and we were trying to win tickets for the Pat McGee show Saturday night, but the night guy did NOT give away any tickets. So. I'll probably post again tomorrow with news about school. Maybe.

September 21, 12:12 a.m.

God, I just got finished an entry in my journal. SAD is the only word for it. Kestrel is gone, and it's another helpless moment for me....

September 20, 11:36 p.m.

I'm in such a good mood tonight. And I didn't feel like writing in my journal, either, since I really didn't do anything of great interest to anyone. So. Posting here instead. I COOKED TODAY. That was the achievement of the day. And I don't mean some Ramen noodles. I cooked A MEAL. It was good. Yes, I was spoiled as a kid. I hardly ever had to cook, and when it was, it was never a full meal. Go figure. It was great being able to sit around a table with my friends and just talk and laugh. That's the real joys of my life. On that note, I just realized that I DID have something a little important to say...

September 18, 10:23 p.m.

Whoops!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! My sister is the sweetest thing. She even mentioned me in her journal. :)

September 17, 4:15 p.m.

I haven't written in a while. I apologize. It's been a busy time for me, and the attacks on the World Trade Center and Pentagon have shocked me. Anyway, update on my life can be found here.

September 10, 7:26 a.m.

I now know why scribble was down. They were changing servers and moving. YAY! Now they're probably be more stable. And here I thought they were shutting down. I'm happy. :) In any case, I had fun at the dexter freebish concert.

September 8, 12:53 a.m.

Stayed up until 3am and got up at 8. Developmental psychology was cancelled. Had the first real breakfast since getting here. Went to classes and fought sleep the whole time. Friends came over. Went to the mall. Went to the first women's soccer home game. Watched only half of the Train/Fuel Storytellers but learned that it will be re-showing on Monday. Listened to the radio and won meet-and-greet passes to the Dexter Freebish concert later today. Went to Wherehouse to buy the CD. Tried to learn all the lyrics and then gave it up for a lost cause. Put the two orange traffic cones back on top of Mary's car. Found out that the matchbox twenty Storytellers is re-airing later in September. WHAT A GREAT DAY.

September 6, 1:08 a.m.

The night didn't end on such a positive note as I had hoped... The clouds in the sky were dark and foreboding, and even though they were distant, the intense anger in them stole my breath away. Even the annoyance of the tall green blades of grass trying to cut through my armor paled under the darkness of the sky. And all over some damned CDs. If you don't understand, good. You don't want to know. If you do.. click. It might help you, it might not.

September 5, 5:36 p.m.

Today has been a weird day--but in a good way. First off, very, very early this morning (around 1 or 2am) I got into an IM bombarding "contest" with some of my friends. I actually have all the conversations saved from that, but you wouldn't understand them because they're referring to one another and to people you don't know. If you want to read them, just email me and I can give you the passcode. In any case, that made me feel good going to bed. Then I got to sleep in a little later because my developmental psychology class was cancelled for today. So I go to just statistics and physics and then the stats lab. I'm pretty sure I aced the quiz in there. :) THEN, I go to Wal-Mart and spend money, which is always a plus for me. And I bought some CDs, the Jimmy Eat World one and the Afroman one (for my sister). And that's not all. I got home and talked to Amber a little bit (that's normal) but right after I got off the phone with her, TIM called!! I haven't talked to him all summer!! And he remembered that he still had my Fuel CD. :) That's great! I didn't want to ask because it was kinda rude, but he mentioned it all on his own. And then Fly got on and I talked to him!! It was great. I'm hoping the night is better. :)

September 4, 8:02 a.m.

My dreams are so damn prophetic sometimes. It's freaky.... MUSES.SCRIBBLE.NU is back up! Hot damn! Now, I'm seriously going to move all my journal entries before that happens again.

September 4, 2:42 a.m.

This is the last thing before I go to bed, promise. I just heard Nickelback on the radio (I have my radio on pretty much 24/7, can't live without music) and I just looooooooove their new song, "How You Remind Me." Lyrics:

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing
Tired of living like a blind man
I'm sick of sight without
A sense of feeling

And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you
A heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
I've been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream
Are we having fun yet?

Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no

It's not like you didn't know that
I said I love you and
I swear I still do
And it must have been so bad
'Cause living with him must have
Damn near killed you

And this is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you
A heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
I've been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream
Are we having fun yet?

Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no
Yet, yet, yet, no no

Never made it as a wise man
I couldn't cut it as
A poor man stealing
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me

This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am

It's not like you to say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you
A heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
I've been down
Into the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream
Are we having fun yet?

Yet, yet
Are we having fun yet?
Yet, yet
Are we having fun yet?
Yet, yet
Are we having fun yet?
Yet, yet
No, no, no

September 4, 1:56 a.m.

I couldn't sleep so I decided to do a little adding to my website. The wallpaper archive was an idea that I came up with the other day, and I'm glad that I got to work it all out before I lost that idea. Go check it out! Note to self: Taking five-hour-long naps does not help the nightly sleep one's body needs to function in the morning. And another note: I'm trying to rebuild my daily reads list, since scribble.nu doesn't seem to be coming up any time soon.. (!!) If you read this and I don't have you listed, please let me know.

September 4, 12:47 a.m.

Labor Day weekend is over, and I haven't accomplished anything besides perfecting ways to be bored. The good news is, my friends came back from their trip home and brought back both my television and my VCR. AND my bookbag and a check from my Dad, which I almost lost in the rain. *grimaces* Thank God I noticed that it was missing and went looking for it. The bad news is, I didn't study at all. And scribble.nu is still down.

September 2, 12:41 p.m.

my head is pounding. i can barely type. i'm sitting in some guy's room (he's my friend grant, get rid of those dirty thoughts), using his computer as he talks on the phone to some girl about his broken relationship. it's 12:45 am. the white light from the computer monitor is hurting my head and making me dizzy. if i sound out of it, it's because i'm really messed up right now. it's labor day weekend, dammit, so we're having fun... ugh... NEVER chug two smirnoffs down one after the other... i'm one of the fastest drinkers i know, but even then... i knocked back two in around five minutes... less than that, if i had gotten the drinks at the same time.. anyway, i hope everyone else is having a good labor day weekend. tomorrow is study day for me, so if you see me on aim without an away message, yell at me. :)

September 2, 2:41 p.m.

I've been working on my newest site. It's called song of the muses. *g* You weren't surprised, were you? It'll be version three and blah, blah, blah.... You can check it out if you want. scribble.nu is still down, at least for me, so I'll be putting journal entries here for the time being. Aren't you excited? :)

September 1, 2:59 p.m.

Wow, I've been really good about changing the layout of this page at the beginning of every month. Both July and August are archived. There are links to the right. *g* I'm surprised I got it done. I've been so busy lately. It's been concert after concert, but I'm still reeling from the matchbox twenty concert. (My journal is down; otherwise, I would give links.) RB has been working on a Forbidden Game Winamp skin, and I think that it's gorgeous! Mad props, sweetie. *g* Speaking of skins, my sister found a browser skin. I don't know why I actually put it on mine, since I usually don't like things like that, but there's an option to turn it off when I get tired of it, so I guess it's okay. Now, to go kick scribble.nu some more for being down...