Sigh, no Backstreet ticket yet. But I did buy the hardcover version of Princess in Pink from Half Price books for $7.95--a STEAL. How could I resist? I finished it about five minutes ago. Aww, Michael + Mia = supercute OTP!
I seriously need money.
Banner ads and pop-up ads that make noise are awful. Who got the genius idea of doing that? They deserve to be taken out back and shot.
One last question to be answered from the poll a few days ago:
brittanygrace: I have no idea. I think they just have a stupid gene embedded in them.
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jr__nal bought a diary at an estate sale. Very neat. At Half Price, they have a rare books section and they had yearbooks over there. If I'd had more money, I would've bought one. Why? I have no idea. I'd love to stumble upon an old diary sometime, because I'm a total literary voyeur, and part of me thinks that half the reason why people write in journals and diaries is because they have a secret longing for someone to read them. But maybe that's just my motivations. [g]
There's something about writing in your own journal that you can't quite capture in an online one. See, typing LJ entries is quite easy and more efficient, but nothing beats those moments when something that's really been stirring inside of your head and you can't get to anything else, so you pull down your book of choice and just write and write until nothing else can come out of your head. That's why I still keep a written journal, even after typing in this thing for nearly four years. Some things I want to keep to myself, some things just have to be written out. I can't explain why I do it--it's just something that I've done for so long that it's practically ingrained in me.
When October 5 of this year rolls around, I will have been steadily writing in journals for exactly half of my life. I have kept every single journal/diary I've written in. I've gone through my periods where I've thrown out notebooks of stories I started or ripped pages out of notebooks because the passages embarrassed me, but I have rarely done that with any of my journals or diaries. I've done it only three times, and that was when I had a minor freak-out after the occasion happened and realized there were just certain things I didn't want to immortalize in ink. So the pages were cerimoniously shredded into little pieces and flushed down the toilet.
And finally: I was having a very nice dream about one of my current TV boyfriends this morning when I was rudely awakened by my brother's friend who was asking if I could take him home. Do you know how much it sucks to wake up like that?
I seriously need money.
Banner ads and pop-up ads that make noise are awful. Who got the genius idea of doing that? They deserve to be taken out back and shot.
One last question to be answered from the poll a few days ago:
Someone over at
There's something about writing in your own journal that you can't quite capture in an online one. See, typing LJ entries is quite easy and more efficient, but nothing beats those moments when something that's really been stirring inside of your head and you can't get to anything else, so you pull down your book of choice and just write and write until nothing else can come out of your head. That's why I still keep a written journal, even after typing in this thing for nearly four years. Some things I want to keep to myself, some things just have to be written out. I can't explain why I do it--it's just something that I've done for so long that it's practically ingrained in me.
When October 5 of this year rolls around, I will have been steadily writing in journals for exactly half of my life. I have kept every single journal/diary I've written in. I've gone through my periods where I've thrown out notebooks of stories I started or ripped pages out of notebooks because the passages embarrassed me, but I have rarely done that with any of my journals or diaries. I've done it only three times, and that was when I had a minor freak-out after the occasion happened and realized there were just certain things I didn't want to immortalize in ink. So the pages were cerimoniously shredded into little pieces and flushed down the toilet.
And finally: I was having a very nice dream about one of my current TV boyfriends this morning when I was rudely awakened by my brother's friend who was asking if I could take him home. Do you know how much it sucks to wake up like that?
Literally speaking, that is.
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