wearing: pajamas *yawn*


eating: had a pop tart about ten minutes ago... whenever i eat pop tarts, i'm reminded of something that elmo said... along the lines of "i burned my hand today, reaching into the oven to get a pop tart... ya know, i guess that's why they call them pop tarts, not reach-in-and-get-em tarts..."


on winamp: moulin rouge, come what may


feeling: tired... because stupid rick just called and woke me up! no, i'm not tired, and i love you rick! i'm... sad that i'm not going to normal.


thoughts: blah, rick just called, he's on his way to renata's. and he's like "just drive down here! and... drive back tomorrow morning early enough for your mom to take your car to work!" that would be like... leaving renata's at 2 am... and not getting there until like... 10pm. i wish i could. *sob* if it were possible, i'd do it, but it just won't work. ah well.


*coughes* so, my five random questions... let's see, renata, rick, casey, missy, emily, jane, janey, .... anyone who reads this... abi, nic (yeah, nic only reads it like... once a month and abi's in nyc... but whatever) ah, let's see, we know ben doesn't read this... you all need to send me your five questions! it's for your own good! i swear! i dunno. *sob* i'm in dire need of mail. ooh, erin reads this! aw but she's off in like... drum major land or something. *sob*


oh, an amendement to my five favorite songs.... actually, not so much an amendment... but... yeah, i'm gonna add one more... "Moulin Rouge, Come What May. woot.


good lord, someone needs to tell my mother that she can't sing. *sob*


i'm bored now. i want to go take a shower, but my mom is like, flipping out over me staying downstairs and watching the dog. i have no idea why... but, whatever. i'm gonna go take shower, since she just decided to watch her movie down here... so the dog can have his freedom.


*megan*