who cares that it makes flowers?

mood: tired
music: my house
CPCetc: i seem to be sleepy a lot...

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This evening I have played with icons and done nothing productive. I don't know if I'm pleased or horrified.

It's Elijah Wood's twenty-fourth birthday. Yay, Elijah! You're acting is terrible but you're getting prettier everyday. Now all you need is a nice boy to make you feel happy. ^ ^

Yeah, I'm not awake enough to make anything make sense. Sorry about that, kids. I should go to bed early tonight (seeing as I didn't do so last night, despite my best efforts) and sleep in tomorrow. Then I'll march myself over to Borders and order a copy of Still Life with Iris so that I may read it and be happy about colourful plays. Oh... I love that show so much... It makes me happy and sad and giggly and crying and ohhhhh! It's so wonderful! ::snuggles iris::

I really feel like re-doing my room all a sudden. Like, painting it a really bright, vibrant colour or maybe one that's not overly bright but really pretty. I'm sick of white. Everything in this house feels so feckin' white. It's horrid! I feel like I'm missing something by being surrounded constantly by white. Maybe I'll do that tomorrow, since I can't think of anything else and I definitely can't remember what I'm supposed to do in AP Shit.

That, and I need to go shopping. It's horrible, isn't it, when you need to shop? I just keep noticing how uncreative my clothes are. I mean, now, for instance: jeans and t-shirt. Yesterday: jeans and t-shirt. Day before: likely jeans and t-shirt. It's so dull! And conformist! And dull! What happened to fun in clothes? What happened to crazy skirts and shocking colours and doing weird shit that no one can stand, Kiri Palm? What happened, damn you???

(I must be out of it if I'm bitching about women's fashion. I swear...)

Anyway, I think I'll be making a Route 21 run tomorrow, if anyone's interested. I possibly could use the company after a good night's sleep. We shall see.

This is coming to nothing. I'm gonna go.