" Paris Hilton was thrown from a horse last Friday in Florida while shooting the second season of her hit show, "The Simple Life." After being airlifted to a hospital, a distressed Paris spoke about the incident.

"It just bucked me off, I don't know why," she said. "I fell under it and it stepped on me and luckily there's no internal bleeding." "

Haha. *grins evilly* Karma for having all that fucking money while people starve to death every day or spend their whole lives working in sweatshops. how the mighty have fallen ... wow, literally ...

*sighs* In a few days I think I'm not gonna have electricity, because my roomate hasnt paid the PG&E for February (from before I moved in) and March, and his old roomate called to warn me. I think it'll be okay for a few days, like in a thunderstorm ... but it sucks i wont have a refridgerator. And who knows if he's going to pay it ?
So my dreams of hooking up the internet in the apartment will have to be put on hold, and soon I'll be doing everything by candlelight.

Today marks one month in my apartment ! I'm moving in the furniture I painted, thus completing my move in, except I still havent hooked up the internet yet.

I watched Grease yesterday on VHI. It made me want to be in highschool again ... until I remembered that in real highschool no one randomly bursts into song, and I've never dated anyone who danced like John Travolta. Still, sometimes I get nostalgic for the bucolic '50's high school that is the stuff of fantasy. Then I laugh and smile because all the other suckers in my hometown are stuck in class.

I have a crush on Music Matt, the guy who comes to preschool to play instruments for the kids. He brought in the tiniest drumset ever today and rocked out while the kids danced around. *giggles* I think he might be married ...

UCSB rejected me. Its okay tho cause I knew they would, and cause I only applied there to make my parents happy. I want to go somewhere smaller, although Santa Cruz would be nice too. We'll see.

I had THE WORST St. Patricks day ever. *sighs*
Later my roomate had some friends over to get drunk with him (it's St. Patricks day after all) and one was a girl from my highschool. She was like, 'i didn't know you live here!' She used to sit in front of me in econ.
So i looked really uncool by turning down Shane's (roomate's) offers of Budweiser (I'm too snooty to drink beer and was in too much of a dark mood to party, not that I'm really into that anyway) and then kicking my friends out so I could go to bed at 10:30. I wish the ghosts of highschool would leave me alone.

I love the thread about the radio show on the SG group. Everyone has such varied and excellent taste in music! I love that so many of my favorite songs are on there ... nothing is like music to bring people together. Inspired by all that, what's your favorite band? or song(s)? leave a comment with a few lines from it/them. We may have something in common!

So I went on google looking for tattoo pictures, of swallows/sparrows like the ones Bracket has, cause I want to paint some on my furniture. I typed in "tattoo swallows." Yeah a million porn sites came up. Shoulda seen that one coming.

I saw a commercial where they said if you stir some vanilla into your paint that it wont smell as bad. So i did it, and it worked!

I was looking at the archived girls today. When I first looked at the site, Anouck was the new girl of the day. Now she's gone, and several others too. It's sort of sad and mysterious - where did they go? did they choose to leave or were they removed? and why? Not expecting any answers, just contemplating.

I want to be SuicideGirl # 300. Sadly my set is still "waiting to be qued." How do you spell qued?

*giggles* well starla beat me to writing the thread, but now I know all the deep dark secrets of your SG names.

*sigh* missed two buses in one day, spent 3 hours cleaning the supply room at work, which is like, a preschool teacher's wetdream-turned-nightmare, and then went and babysat at my former neighbor's for 6 hours.

But it's a beautiful day in the neighborhood anyway ... we went to the park where all the kids in the neighborhood are playing T-ball, and the air smells like flowers and barbecue smoke, and our shadows were really long. My 7-year old charge and I had deep meaningful conversations about getting married and how girlscout cookies have hydrogenated vegetable oil (her words not mine). I wanted to tell her that watching Lizzie McGuire was far worse for her than any amount of girlscout cookies will ever be, but her dad manages the local Co-op, so what are you gonna do.

Now I have the Mister Roger's song stuck in my head, and no ride back to the apt.

The saga of painting continues today.

I've moved onto painting the ridiculous and mysterious furniture that I got at the thrift store yesterday. I'ts mysterious because I don't know what exactly the peices of furniture are for ... one is an octagonal table-like cabinet ...thing ... and one is a chair? nightstand? shelf? desk? *giggles* Cat says her grandma has one ...

well, now both lovely $10 peices have a purpose: making my apartment hip and cool! I've huffed so much paint thinner/primer today (accidentally of course, yukk) ... let's just say I'm glad I'm not in school anymore so I won't be needing all those lost brain cells. ah well.

now I'm going to go eat pizza at the "penthouse" (that would be the apartment I'm so proud of) with my girls.

p.s - everyone has been saying such nice things about my name! thank you all for being so nice. I think I'm going to start a thread asking all the SG's how they decided on their names. would you all tell me? or leave it to mystery?

my dear friend cat and I are making pillsbury chocolate chip cookies ! yum.

In other news, I told a certain boy about being an SG ! he took it rather well I would say.