well i was told to update, by a certain SOMEONE who never freaking updates. lol. so yeah things are...good. just great. definitely had some severe mood swings today, the lowest being in study hall and lunch when i was delving deeply in my thoughts into things like teenage pregnancy. kind of wierd.the highligt was definitely when i saw mitch, even though it was only for 30 minutes, and we spent more time kissing than talking. happens sometimes. its fun anyway. you know, i realized my mood could be very differently interpreted for different people. they could mean alive as in WOO HOO! I HAVE BEEN ENLIGHTENED! or as in "eh, i'm alive *cries*" or "i don't feel any specific feeling right now so i am just alive...because dead people can't write blog entries" mine was the 3rd. goodnight sweetheart, goodnight. edit: brittany 8316: but no harpoon gun..they wouldnt sell it to us :-P hugyourcamel: well duh hugyourcamel: theyre afraid you'll kill those indiana whales brittany 8316: i know...guess they're an endangered species from all that recent harpooning with the last owner of it brittany 8316: they don't sell them to minors hugyourcamel: poor things... brittany 8316: yeah...but they were getting overpopulated anyway...what with all the water around here and all hugyourcamel: i cannot count the number of times one of them things has washed right up into my backyard hugyourcamel: it's a hassle you know... hugyourcamel: lugging them back brittany 8316: i know it! and then i can't pull in the driveway because gosh there's another one laying there brittany 8316: yeah..so i guess a harpoon gun would have come in handy a long time ago hugyourcamel: good thing i've got my pet giant squid hugyourcamel: named squishy hugyourcamel: he does my dirty work for me hugyourcamel: excuse me, my "light work" hugyourcamel: *brushes shoulders* brittany 8316: lucky..i've just got a regular old octopus..he's not much help hugyourcamel: no good hugyourcamel: those octopus are too moody and hormonal brittany 8316: he's not very coordinated..always tripping on himself hugyourcamel: or chaffing himself i'd imagine hugyourcamel: not a good advocate of carrying on his species by now brittany 8316: no he's not hugyourcamel: a shame hugyourcamel: he was a very handsome octopus hugyourcamel: all the old ladies loved him (note: have any of you seen fievel goes west? eh?) brittany 8316: chaffing= no good for reproduction hugyourcamel: indeed brittany 8316: crazy old ladies...they must have liked all the arms hugyourcamel: he knows just how to smack it hugyourcamel: thats the extent of his sexual charisma mind you hugyourcamel: but he does his job well brittany 8316: gotta be good at something brittany 8316: smackings just kinky hugyourcamel: ...*wide eyed expression* hugyourcamel: really??? hugyourcamel: so all those times when i was a kid.... hugyourcamel: *bursts into tears* brittany 8316: i'm sorry to be the one to tell you this...but, you were the victim of supreme kinkiness hugyourcamel: oh no! not the supremeness! brittany 8316: oh yes...as kinky as it gets hugyourcamel: now i need a harpoon brittany 8316: they don't sell them to minors hugyourcamel: what, are they afraid we're going to get all those indiana whales?