HULLO MOTO

I like my new phone.
My first phone was a Motorola, and then it broke, and then I had a Nokia for about a year. Now I have a Motorola again but a different one. But it has similar interface and fonts as my old phone, which makes me feel slightly nostalgic. This is a little lame. Oh well.

Today I made an omelette with chili garlic sauce and goat cheese. A bit too much goat cheese but I enjoyed it thoroughly!

I've also been eating a lot of ice cream. And cookies. A lot of food in general.

To sum up, this post is about my new phone and what a piggie I am.

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iRIP

I think my iPod is actually completely dead.
How did I ever get along without you?
It's going to be a long way to school tomorrow.
FUCK. :(

Go away evil spirits

My mom was doing this strange thing where she was standing in front of a closed bedroom door and stretching her arms up and placing her palms flat against the door and rubbing the door. I was confused by this. She explained that she was doing this to exercise her shoulders because her muscles were getting sore. I honestly thought she had started doing some strange kind of new age spiritual bedroom-blessing or something.

I was just looking at my blog entry from about a month ago. "I may have wrote about this already, I don't remember." I may have wrote? I MAY HAVE WROTE? WHY DIDN'T ANYONE BRING THIS TO MY ATTENTION? I may have wrote. God damn it. I don't know why but this seems like a really glaring error and it makes me ashamed. FUCK.

What sorcery is this?

I was thinking it would be fun to dress up in 18th century clothing and walk around acting really confused and looking at things like traffic lights and automobiles and such, and saying things like "HORSELESS CARRIAGES, WHAT SORCERY IS THIS?!" But it was really early in the morning when I thought of this. It seemed less funny as I woke up more fully.

I was black last night

I had this bizarre dream where I was participating in a social experiment where I had like super extreme make-up to make me look like I was a small black woman. So in my dream, I woke up and went to the bathroom and looked in the mirror, and I shrieked! Because I had forgotten that I was a small black woman.

Rickroll Avenue

Oh, hi guys!

When I'm on the bus and the lady computer voice announces the stops, I frequently hear them wrong. And I mean ridiculously wrong. The other day, I thought I heard "Rickroll Avenue." I looked up at the sign and it read "Britwell Avenue." NICELY DONE, OWEN.

My house is currently empty. It makes me want to order awesome food and enjoy it ALL BY MYSELF. Because this is how I combat loneliness: food and porn. But never together, I think that's weird.

Darren was amazing last night. If you didn't see it, that's actually a real genuine tragedy. I got like seven boners in twenty seconds. Srsly.