No. 183

I'm back, after not actually posting for since how long, i'm back. A few words and ramblings, nothing groundbreaking in terms of what I want to get across. Jennie-O still hasn't acknowledge my presence nor did she know I was going to Hawaii. I keep thinking about it and wonder why it still affects me, after all, I said to myself that i'd never see her ever again after high school, so why do I not stop dwelling. Hawaii, let me just say that the saying "what happens in Hawaii stays in Hawaii." I never thought I'd ever say that, or at least I would go to Cabo before I would say that, but I have. It was NC-17 and I was thouroughly shocked. I didn't like it, it was too touristy and all this other junk, not what I thought it be like. I thought it was like the postcard, it was more like Sunset Blvd. Vegas middle class didn't know any better type of deal. I vow never to be in an extreme tourist situation anymore. Also, the beaches have left me into a more none electronic mode that has caused me not to touch my computer for long periods of time. I got back, and checked my GUESTBOOK and found a message today, from KEN? Ken who? This boy, man, guy askes me "who am I?" Figuratively, literally, do you want my address or just want to get to know me what is the deal? Oh, and bigger font, I wish I knew how to do it, I don't, just make your browser into "full screen" then it'll be easier. It was nice getting an entry, though I thought people don't read this thing, but apparently i've been getting hits, because when I left, I think I had somewhere from 1088 I think was the magic number i'm seeing, but now it's like 12-- or something. Shocked yes, thrilled yes, weirded out that people look through this thing, sorta, i'm speechless, can't express a thing.

One good topic, pretentious or just wannabe, take your pick.

So, I know this guy. It's my mother's friend's son. He is trying to get us to go to this Cingular plan, but I heard that Cingular has bad reception. The deal is today, we went to go see the new dog they have tentatively named Fluffy. They're house rocks, as in when you look at MTV Cribs and see their home theaters, yea, there's is exactly like that. It's really shocking. I was shocked. Anyways, Fluffy was cute. I had no idea that the son was there, untill he started to play "I need a girl Part 2" P.Diddy really loudly. This coming from a boy who goes to church and is incredibly anti-social. I don't know if he thinks he the "shit" or if he's just shy. He always rude on the phone to all the people who call to talk to his mother. He wants a car to be in his name so he can probably add dubs and a great sound system. He wasn't going to go to Syacruse because of some girl at my old high school and wanted to go to UW, but it was too late. He lacks the social skills or either he thinks he's too good or god knows what. I don't know, he bugs me and I can't figure out why. He older brother has a nice disposition though. Anyways, I don't know about all these things, and I think reading chick books like Mr. Maybe and Dog Handling aren't helping my situation anyways. For Ken, WHO AM I? I don't know, but my e-mail is goddess_333@hotmail.com. Feel free, just please write something in the headline of blog or diary before I delete it thinking it's spam.