10:36 p.m. x 2004-01-01
there's no better way to spend new years than with lurid scarves, provocative boxers, stage makeup, and the lilting sounds of ABBA, shakira, and the "rhubarb pie". shall we say...WHOOSH, what a night. featuring...CLARE! KARA! TWEAK! ANDY! RYAN! KATY! BRANDY! SAM! KIRI! AND A HOST OF INANIMATE ILLICITNESS!
and after such an overwhelming evening, i returned to my room to notice two things. there was the obvious: i was positively freezing and exhausted, and then the more suddle, vaguely jarring revelation - like being in a loud city and coming to a startling silence: THE NERVOUS ANXIETY HAD DISSIPATED. and hopefully it's tottally gone. that would've excited me to no end if i hadn't been asleep until a few hours ago, after which i was thrown before the television to witness the global atrocity that is WORLD IDOL (*snickers*..."middle earth idol", that norwegian lad does INDEED look hobbitesque - blast my native heritage). and now i have to do my homework for tomorrow. we have school tomorrow. a friday. than a weekend. WHAT...
and one more overwhelming WHAT... before i leave: for the upcoming re-imagining of that classic of crippling fear that is "WILLY WONKA AND THE CHOCOLATE FACTORY", i believe tim burton has affectionately picked mon amour johnny depp as gene wilder's heir apparent over that lovable ohio native we all know has been clammoring for this oppertunity before he even knew what KISS was: brian hugh warner. despite a letter of condolances being appropriate for the occassion, i can't help but feel pleased with mr. burton's decision. you know, i really really like johnny depp.
AU REVOIR! let's make 2004 a little less mer, shall we?
if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start