that's the reason why i'm typing out this entry. well, not really, but it sounded good.

i really don't have much to say. it was my first day back at work. which blew, only cause i really didn't have much to do. like, nothing. well, not really nothing. but not really anything either. does that make sense? the only phone call i got today was from my friend christa. in response to my listening to jam'n 94.5. my friends claim i'll get into rap music if i listen to it. they don't get how i can "nce" (think dance version/techno-ish thump sound) to songs, yet not like rap. although i don't "nce" to rap songs and i don't even equate "nce"ing with rap. i don't know. so i thought, hmm... i'll try it out. but yet everytime i turn on the radio i hear that nelly song "it must be the money". ugh. can't nelly just go away? why is that boy so popular? oh well. to each their own. no disrespect to nelly, i'm just not into his music.

and isn't it weird that there have been no nellys... yet... NOW there's nelly and nelly furtado. for some reason i find that odd. if i hear that nelly furtado song one more time, i don't know if i'll be able to control myself from running in a mad fit. i usta like the song... but radio got a hold of it and hasn't let it go. i hate how that happens. ugh.

i think i talked to everyone in my office about my trip. well, except for jess, bob and greg. which i don't really care about, cause i think they're in some sorta clique. not so much jess... but bob and greg. i swear they must have something going on. they're too much into the other. and i find that bob's gone downhill. but i don't say anything, cause sometimes it doesn't make sense.

but does everything have to make sense all the time in order for it to be real? not really.

so i started reading the perks of being a wallflower even though i somewhat, kinda sorta-ish, already started the God of small things. but i figures wallflower will be a quick read and it'll be back on track with tgost. i could probably finish wallflower tomorrow. which will be good considering i have tentative plans to see will hoge at harper's ferry on wednesday. this is one of heather's boys. well... heather, jen, kim, etc.

okay, i'm sick of html. i'm not linking anything anymore. unless i MUST plug something. so anyway... we went to see bleu the other day. and kim or jen or someone was referring about someone. and i was all... who? and they said "icantdenyit" or "cinnamongirl" or "inmytree". and i replied with the OH... i get it. it's amazing how you can recognize diaryland names. it's almost lame. scary, if you will. psychotic maybe. but i'll stick to scary.

so that's me as of now. woo freakin hoo.