*it's boring, boring, looking at the wa-all. 2001-06-10 8:26 p.m.*

i think the old entries are rubbing off on me because i was just about to start the entry with "reading the chocolate war."

i went to church this morning, but the sermon was not that good. which was funny because in the joys and concerns part of the service, someone actually thanked him on how good the sermon was. it was another "beware of the false" type of sermon (the previous one was not that, but there was a hymn about "false teachers," etc.), and some of their definition of the false fits into my definition of the true. but i suppose it's the things that make you angry, the things that you question, that you learn the most from.

mom got home early. i was in the middle of watching harold and maude again, and had just finished writing a couple of letters. i'm almost completely caught up. yay! shortly after she showed up, james called, and that was very sweet as it always is.

i meant to nap all day, but it just never happened, and now i'm feeling kind of foggy. the kind where you clean and clean your glasses, but it's really eye sleepiness that makes everything blurry. maybe i'll make myself go to bed before midnight. i'm starting to get bored with all my usual internet activities that keep me up till all hours. i did just get a new email address, though. at another.com. i had an address there last summer, but for various, i mean, one big reason, i no longer use it. but i like them, because you can get up to 20 different domain names. so far, my only email address there is [email protected]. but i'm sure there are more to come. watch your guestbooks. *laughs*

speaking of guestbooks, i worked up the courage to im ponyluv last night. i saw that her email was at aol, so i figured she'd have that as an im screenname, and i put her up very early in the summer (as though 2 weeks isn't early in the summer), but i kept getting all shy, which is dumb because it's just computers. but i didn't want her to think i was all stalkery or anything, but then yesterday, the curiosity over whether she'd figured out who i was yet got the best of me, and i imed her. and i think we had a good conversation. and she said i should im her again sometime, so i guess it was. and she talked about it in her diary, and didn't say "nesrop should die die die," so yeah. it was good. she talked about my plan, which just came to me last night. it kind of scares me to reveal it, though, because, well, it excites me, and i'm always afraid of my exciting ideas getting shot down. but i'm also afraid people will be disappointed. because it's kind of a new college diaryland secret santa/secret pal kind of thing. where, when the semester starts, we do some kind of name/box number exchange type of thing (we need to work out whether it would be people's real names or diaryland names or what) and give each other secret presents. but there are certain people who have graduated, etc., and that makes me sad that they couldn't be part of it. so yeah. but that was my plan. feedback in the guestbook or at the johannsebastianbach email address, would be good.

la la la life is too interesting to be this bored.

and why this bizarre feeling of dread?

(will our heroine go to bed before midnight? find out, in the next installment of... my so weird life.)

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