Blogger's block blogger's block blogger's block!
Stream-of-consciousness writing, anyone? Ha, this is the type of writing I usually resist because, hello, I can't stand not using correct punctuation and stuff and going back and deleting the words I don't like. I enjoy being able to edit myself although really I am a terrible editor if I wait until I'm finished to do it.
But here goes nothing...
ok guys, I can't do this. I have to actually be able to write stuff, not just WHATEVER-IS-ON-MY-MIND.
Oh mann, here's the song White Flag by Dido. Ah I love this song sooo much.
In other news:
The B52's new cd, Funplex, is coming out the 25th. And I have a babysitting job on Wednesday so I'll actually be able to buy it. Yay! Although really I should probaby get my parents something for their (very belated) wedding anniversary, right? I mean even though they keep saying OH NO DON'T FEEL LIKE YOU HAVE TO GET US ANYTHING... I still should. Right? Right?
But I'm probably going to get myself the cd. I can't decide on what to get them anyways. Any ideas? AND PLEASE DON'T LEAVE IDEAS IN THE COMMENTS BECAUSE MY MOMMY READS THIS BLOG AND THAT DEFEATS THE PURPOSE. If you have a stellar idea, just email it to me plz kthx. jordynt[at]redthebook[dot]com
Also I am looking for book recommendations. Feel free to leave these in the comments. No fantasy please and no scifi because I am woo, very picky about my scifi. But anything else YA plus exceptional books for grown people and good nonfiction. I am open to ideas, really I am.
I CURRENTLY HAVE NO DOOR! I don't want to blame this on my sister, but, well, it did come off its hinges when she touched it. She doesn't know her own power. (And yes, all jokes aside, she really is freakishly strong.) But really I miss having a door. My dad suggested putting beads up, "like a hippie," and while I am fully open to the hippie idea I actually don't like the fact that there's nothing stopping people from WALKING RIGHT THOUGH those beads. So yeah, hopefully my dad will fix the door.
I feel like making playlists for myself.
Ok well. Ttfn, as Tigger would say.