Sometimes, I go on youtube. Not very often, but sometimes when I'm in the mood to hear a song I don't have on CD (or when I'm simply too lazy to hunt down said CD), I will listen to it on youtube. Now, in my mind, I know good and well that I really don't want to do that, and that I should go to grooveshark or some other free listening website instead of wasting my time waiting for the videos to...

For the past few years, it has always seemed to me that I was drifting away from my friends. That, when they decided to get together and hang out, I was never a part of the fun. Even when I was invited, I would either decline or sit on the sidelines watching the others having fun, and I would wish that the strangers who were watching us thought I was having fun too.Now I look back, and I still...

I totally did. It was a plastic cup. I had gotten this soap kit-- one that had molds and soap and instructions to put the soap in the molds then microwave them to make soaps of all sorts of shapes. So, I put the mold and the hunk of soap in a cup so it wouldn't stick to the bottom of the microwave, and I commenced with the microwaving. Well. That plastic cup just didn't stand up to the intense......

And if you are, you have melted. At least that would be the case if you live anywhere near me. (I complain about the heat here a lot, but secretly I love it to death. I can't stand being cold.)It is officially spring! The trees outside have bloomed creamy pink and beige and it's wonderful. I actually go for walks now, instead of being cooped up inside hiding from the snow. And it all happened...

Commute, commute, commute... (sung in the tune of Rollin', rollin', rollin.)Well I think the first real question is how long you have to drive to work before it's considered commuting.To clear things up, I'm trying to get a job at a factory that makes mufflers. I know, I know it doesn't sound glamorous, and it's definitely not where I had pictured myself even a year ago, but it's really good pay....

I cry all the time. I wish I were exaggerating, but I really do cry quite a bit. If someone raises their voice at me, if something bad happens, if I tip over my diet coke can, I will start crying. During movies, I cry. But most people around me can understand that one, oddly enough. (Although I get much more upset if I spill my drink than if I watch a sad movie).But the point of this journal is...

When I was in kindergarten, I had a teacher who had us recite a song about the days of the week:"Sunday, Monday,Tuesday, Wednesday,Thursday, Friday,Saturday.There are seven days,There are seven days,There are seven days in a week."At the end, what I heard was "There are seven days and a week". I had no idea what a week was. Morning after morning, I would sing that song and have no idea what a week...