"All I want is not to need you now." Yes, I'm talking to you Mr. Snickers cookie bar. 2002-11-18 - 11:43 p.m.
Well, let's see:
-I had a good healthy hour of practicing today. No Prokofiev just yet, just your nuts and bolts exercises and etudes. And a little Devienne. If anyone has heard of Devienne, they deserve a cookie. Whenever I see that name, I think "deviant". Devienne = deeeeeviant flute music. Haha. The point is, this trend needs to continue. An hour every day this week. And not just with Monsieur Deviant either.
-What is it about a clean bathtub that screams bubblebath? And what is it about bubblebath that screams smelly candles and sappy music? Estrogen. Phooey.
-On that note, I need chocolate.
-What is it about naming soda after colors these days? You've got your classic Mello Yello and your basic Orange Slice. Now there's Code Red Mountain Dew, Pepsi Blue, and that new SoBe Green whatever-it-is. Interesting. I must be a real dork to sit down and think about these things.
-I got not one, but two very ominous looking letters in the mail today. I think my student loans are going to start being due soon. I guess I should feel all grown up now. This is a bad sign.
-Hmmm. That's about it. There are so many good diarists out there that write about everyday life so well. I can't do that, because I don't do anything. That or I'm the most inarticulate dunce that the internet was ever plagued with. "I went to work. It sucked." "I sat on my ass all day. It sucked." Bo-ring.
-I really do want some chocolate though. Those Snickers cookie bars are really good. One of those would hit the spot right about now.
-Dear Mr. Sandman Sir, please bring me a handsome dream in a big red bow carrying lots of chocolate. Thank you.