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Name: Heather
Location: Uruguay
Birthday: 3/19/1980
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Member Since: 10/9/2004

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Wednesday, October 27, 2004

Hmmmmmm......I am wondering if maybe I should try to figure out how to change my background color of red into something else.

Everytime I come to write something I get hungry and have to find something to eat, and therefore never get anything down.  Well, besides some food, of course.

Has anyone ever heard how the color red makes people want to eat.  That's why a lot of restaurants decorate with it.  Think....pizza?  What other places use red?  I don't know, I never really get to go out to eat much, unless it's McDonalds or something.

Oh my goodness, I can't believe I just admitted I've been McDonaldized.  Really, it's those new chicken select strips that have done me in.  Yikes.  Add that and the really cool toys they offer, and there's no recovering.

I have class all day on Tues/Thurs. from  9:30-3:15 with no breaks between classes so I'm always starving by my 3rd class.  Usually, though, it's more like my second class.  It depends on how bored I am if I notice it so much or not. (My second class can be pretty bland.) 

Ok, ok.  I shouldn't give it all up in one entry, but I have another confession.

I'm hopelessly addicted to Chai Tea also.  It's so bad I'm coming clean that I think it's even worth the outrageously inflated price to divert the moodiness that I have without my morning chai on school days. 

Honestly, they must be laced with something!

 


Monday, October 18, 2004

break open my mind.        try and help me remember      how it all doesn't rhyme.         I am the leaf drifing off the top of that tall semi-but by now someone's already taken that line---------------It's all a matter of time.        I don't wonder why.             I wait to cry.          It's all a matter of time.......Go on by.............I circle like the eagle-hawk up in the sky..............Up in the sky......and I hide.......time.....time........again......break open my mind.

 

Well, this isn't much of an introduction.  I don't know what more there is to tell.  I think my mood  must have something to do with listening to "The Sundays".  Even if it is Monday.  It's just a matter of time, anyway.