unafraid's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- just pull out the lawn chairs and watch the angels rip out their wings man...i'm so tired. so why am i still up? good question. i try to be loyal to my diary, ya know? just by chance anyone actually happens to read this on a basis or something. i dunno. anyway, i went to lindsay's last night. it was me, lindsay, jason, sarah, and natalie...we had a little sleepover type of thing. we stayed up watching movies (Fast & Furious, and Girl) and then natalie, sarah, and i stayed up talking about things from Matt shelton to putting streaks in my hair. so at 5 am, we decided to go out and see if we could find some cool dye to put streaks in my hair. prefferrably blue, red, or purple. but we had no luck. at one point, we went to Walmart and who happens to show up but lindsay and jason! they had gone to bed much earlier than us but they heard us leave the house and so they followed us. of course lindsay automatically knew where i was headed. then we did a little bit more running around and finally got home around 7 or so. i decided to stay outside, sitting on the hood of my car to watch the sunrise. i had never seen a sunrise before, i don't think. it's one of those things you should just do once in your life before you die. and who knows how long we'll be here, right? anyhow, it was freezing outside and there was me on my car, journal in my lap and a Mountain Dew next to me. yes, i am a freak. but at this point i hadn't slept since about 2 pm the day before and i was tired. so i eventually gave up - before i could even see the sun - and headed for bed. god, i needed it. i eventually got up and went home to work on my english essay, finished, got bored, and went back over to lindsay's. =) we watched tv for a while and i went home around 10 pm. now i'm tired. and that's my oh-so-eventful day that i just felt i had to share with you. at least it's not rambling about a certain someone, right? but just because i don't talk about him doesn't mean i don't think about him. oh no, i've turned another entry into a reed-ramblingfest, haven't i? never fails. i'm hopeless. *sigh* 10:59 pm - Jan. 27, 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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