A Jubiliant Jumble of Thoughts

That lovin’ feeling

ltatom — Wed, 21 Jan 2009 04:18:40 +0000

So I’m back at school again. And I’m not stupid enough to say where, because I don’t want to wake up with Mr. Scary-Rapist-Kidnapper in my room. But I will tell you that it’s cold. And I mean COLD. I have to walk to class in 20 degree weather, and it stinks. You would think with consistently freezing temperatures we could at least get a little snow. No precipitation whatsoever has fallen from the sky. Instead, I trudge to class in the cold, with winds of 20 mph blowing my hair everywhere. It’s life. I’m just ready for summer.

(yes, I know, my title has nothing to do with this article.)

The fancy cars / The women and the caviar

ltatom — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 07:00:26 +0000

Soo my neighbors have about 50 cars in their yard. Their teenage son just turned 16, and whoops, it;s time to add another to the collection. Let’s buy a brand new truck! Oh, my van’s kinda old, I need a new Camry. I think I’ll get myself one for Christmas! Yeah, how sickening. My brother is 17, a great kid, and still doesn’t have his own car. He never complains about having to drive my yellow xterra anywhere. He’s going to college in 8 months, and will need a vehicle to get around in. IT just doesn’t seem fair that some people can spend the money to own 5 or 6 cars, and he can’t even get one. I guess that’s my rant for the week, thanks for hearing me out. If anyone agrees, you’re a smart cookie.

Adios

Randomisity. Yeah, like Travelocity, but cooler.

ltatom — Sat, 13 Dec 2008 03:52:33 +0000

Hands Down

So this is my first post. I think I’m gonna try stream-of-consciousness type writing. Like right now I’m thinking about how i hate it when my laptop freaks out and takes what I type and makes is backwards. Today I was Googling something with the word ‘disc’ in it, but it turned into ‘csid’. What even is a csid? Sounds like some kind of disease, a mutation of SARS maybe? My freshman year of high school 3 friends and I made up a group, and for some morbid reasons we all assigned ourselves a disease/ailment that started with an ‘S’. Mine was Smallpox, my best friend of the time had SARS. Weird. It’s really hard to write like this if you’re listening to music and Facebooking at the same time. Your thoughts are kinda pre-determined. But I love music, so I’m not gonna stop listening to it. I’m no connoisseur of music, I just listen to what I like. I just re-read part of what I wrote, and this blog is pretty much only gonna be me writing out my feelings and thoughts. I don’t expect anyone to read this. As a matter of fact, Me, when you read this again, you’re not the big dork you think you are.

Au Revoir