Monday, September 23, 2002
I need to give my site a total freekin overhaul. And a layout that isn't so black. It's gotten to big for it's current format, it's an absolute mess. Maybe when the exams are over, I'll get around to it. That'll be nice, don't you think?
I watched Dinotopia yesterday. I actually thoroughly enjoyed it. Everyone else thought it was too long (Well it would be shorter if you didn't keep stopping it), but I almost wish it was longer so I could have watched more of it. I'm extremly fond of the dinotopian books, and I liked seeing the creatures come to life and the characters mentioned as real, historical people. Makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.
My mind keeps playing 'When the war is over' over and over again in my mind. It's probably my current identify song. I like to sing it, but this is neither the time nor the place. My bitchiness has been reaffirmed. The ice princess has returned. Is it okay to be me? Is it possible? Am I simply being stubborn in my inability to react; relate? Or does no one have the right to change me, with tears or fists as they so choose? Do I want to be happy? And more importantly, which way will make it so? In the end, what does it matter? I woll go with the flow, as flows as it goes... And nothing really changes. You can get used to hell, given enough time.

You are Melissa Etheridge!
You are natural and down-to-earth, what you see is what you get.
You don't pull any punches, and your honesty and integrety shine
through in every thing you do. People value your straightforward
manner and mellow attitude.
Take the "Which Empowered Female Artist Are You" Quiz
Some songs sound like poetry when you recite their lyrics. Some don't. For example, Riders on the storm sounds like some sort of odd modern poetry. You spin me round, not so much. Mediocrety rocks like frogs, got it?
One of these days, I HAVE to get a god damn doctor to fix my nose. I hate looking like I never get any sleep.
"When the war is over got to get away. Pack my bags to no place and no time, no day."
~When the war is over,
