Okay, so none of my fucking contacts are online, and I don't feel like doing anything but staying online, so I'm typing up another entry. I'm going to talk about anything and everything I think about as I think about it, so beware. ^_~

I'm bored because none of my online-ies are online, so I grabbed my disk full of old saved conversations. Two things it made me think about:
Dru is the funniest bitch ever. Love ya, babes. ;)
B is the sweetest guy ever. I miss him.

I'd copy/paste the conversations, but I don't think they'd enjoy that much. B: he was just so fucking sweet. I don't know why. He always had nice things to say, and flattering comments. It just made me feel so special and melty. It's a good feeling. :) I haven't talked to him in like seven months, though... GOD, where did he go? Reading the conversations we had, I can't believe I didn't just fall for him.

Online people are so fun. My mom said today, "Do you have online boyfriends or something?" and I went, "Ugh, whatever! Of course not, online guys are creeps."

That was just to get her off my back, though. I hate it when she gets all weirded out by my online escapades. Online guys can be total sweeties. I would never have an online relationship, though, because it just seems ludicrous to me. You need to be able to hear and see the person you're in a relationship with.

I have a lot of homework, I think. I'm trying not to worry, since I still have two days to do it, but it's looming over me like a dark cloud. I need to vacuum the carpets, also.

My stamina is gone. I tried to work out on Tuesday and I almost died. I couldn't breathe properly, most likely because my lungs can hold less or my nose is stuffed up. It was so disheartening. I felt so powerful during August when I could run two miles and still want to go more. It felt amazing, and that's been taken away from me. I suppose it'll be a gradual process, getting back to that point.

One of my R/L friends (the one I spent that day hanging out with) and I had the oddest conversation on MSN last night. There's this one guy that's in our group of friends who comes to parties with us and camps out when the girls do and everything. He's as much of a girl as a straight guy can be, haha. Anyway, at a friend's birthday party we were playing truth or dare (I know: third grade much?) and yet another one of my friends went "How long is it?" and he replied, "Eight and a half inches," with a completely straight face! I nearly died of shock, because I figured he wasn't past 7. (God, I cannot believe I'm saying this.)

So it's been this giggly joke between all my friends to go, "Eight and a half inches!!" whenever there's an awkward silence. Anyway, me and the aforementioned friend ended up talking about his - ahem - length and she went "Man, I'll bet my crush is just as long," and I went, "No way, he's no bigger than six." She was very offended, as she went "No! Eight" and I replied, "Seven". Haha. She actually messaged him and asks "How long's your ____ (she used the underscores)? My friend says it's seven inches" and he nearly had a heart attack. LOL. I figured guys wouldn't mind boasting, but I guess he did. *shrug*

I'm scared. I don't know of what, in particular, but I know there are tough times to come.

I've become obsessed with the name Ryen. I'm going to have a little boy someday and name him Ryen. It's the most beautiful name, and I doubt anyone else has it, so it's not common.

The offer's still on the table: if you're American, tell me what the word toque means (and not too broadly, either) and I'll do various sexual acts on you. Or give you five bucks, whichever you prefer. :P

Dave is my GBOOK boy-toy. Such a spammer, that one is. But the sexiest spammer ever. *wink wink* :D

Hey now, why hasn't anyone else been giving me love in my Guestbook, anyway? I see the hits I get, people, it's so very mean just to read the entries and then not sign. Even a simple "You suck!" or "I want to have your babies!" will suffice. :)

I think I'll watch Wayne's World and pout some more. I'm going to make a conscious effort to be online less this week, so feel lucky if you catch me online for more than fifteen minutes. I'll probably go on one or more Internet Binges where I stay on for an hour or two then feel bad for doing so. I suck.

then + now