i'm never going on AIM again.
it's over.
i'm just wasting time.
ahhh... i'm so addicted to it though.
i'm going through withdrawl.... ha.
last night was the last time and so far i've stuck to it...
so yeah, if you feel the urge to talk to me, just call.

i am either:
a) out
b) sitting around pretending to be doing something

but either way, leave a message. i rarely answer the phone. i know, i'm a beast. i'm trying to get over that too.

hmm... oh yeah.. and i'm going to stop swearing too. not that i do it excessively, but still. i don't like it.

oh wow. there's about 72 hours until school starts... (not to be morbid or anything...)
i'm slightly freaking out. but i'm cool with it... i can make myself accept it and get through.

today was a lot of fun, but i'm dead tired.
ow... my arm... way to swing into me, beast. =P
i went to my little second cousin's birthday party in a forest preserve.
it's exciting that i actually have some sense of direction now.
yay for that.

yeah.. and i was considering not having friends anymore...for various reasons.
but after today, i don't know.. you are all a big part of me.

you have no idea how much i want to go online right now.
i need to communicate with someone.
AHHHHHH......
one click...
no. NO! no.
i'm going to stick with it.
::stubborn face::

ahhhh...... i'm going to die.

i like my name. susan elizabeth. it works. actually, it's slightly too elegant for me. i can pretend.

hey hey hey hey- don't you forget about me...

i'm beginning to see just how many people care about me. not near fully..but i'm trying. it's good.

i listened to "hanging by a moment" today. it was the theme song of last summer... awe. what's the theme song of this summer??
haha, probably... "bitch." yeahhhhhh that's right, baby.

AH! i got tickle raped tonight! AHHHH!! that was... an experience. haha.

my cousin's mom got dressed up in an elmo suit for hailey's birthday. funniest thing ever. hailey loved it. hehe...

this song goes out to you, bitch! :) best song EVER.

I hate men.
I can't abide 'em even now and then.
Than ever marry one of them, I'd rest a maiden rather,
For husbands are a boring lot and only give you bother.
Of course, I'm awfully glad that Mother had to marry Father,
But I hate men.
Of all the types I've ever met within our democracy,
I hate most the athlete with his manner bold and brassy,
He may have hair upon his chest but, sister, so has Lassie.
Oh, I hate men!
I hate men.
They should be kept like piggies in a pen.
Avoid the trav'ling salesman though a tempting
Tom he may be,
For on your wedding night he may be off to far Araby,
While he's away in Mandalay is thee who have the baby,
Oh I hate men.
If thou shouldst wed a businessman, be wary, oh, be wary.
He'll tell you he's detained in town on business necessary,
His bus'ness is the bus'ness with his pretty secretary,
Oh I hate men!
I hate men
Though roosters they, I will not play the hen.
If you espouse and older man through girlish optimism,
He'll always stay at home at night and make no criticism,
Though you may call it love, the doctors call it rheumatism.
Oh, I hate men.
From all I've read, alone in bed, from A to Zed, about 'em.
Since love is blind, then from the mind, all womankind should rout 'em,
But, ladies, you must answer too, what would we do without 'em?
Still, I hate men!

ah yes, and i just found this tooo........ it's not a song though. i don't agree with all of it, but it works for now.

I shave my legs,
I sit down to pee.
And I can justify any,
Shopping spree.

Don't go to a barber,
But a beauty salon.
I can get a massage
Without a hard-on.

I can balance the checkbook,
I can pump my own gas.
Can talk to my friends,
about the size of my ass.

My beauty's a masterpiece,
and yes, it takes long.
At least I can admit,
To others when I'm wrong.

I don't drive in circles,
at any cost.
And I don't have a problem,
admitting I'm lost.

I never forget,
an important date.
You just gotta deal with it,
I'm usually late.

I don't watch movies,
with lots of gore.
Don't need an instant replay,
to remember the score.

I won't lose my hair,
I don't get jock itch.
And just cause I'm assertive,
Don't call me a bitch.

Don't say to your friends,
Oh yeah, I can get her.
In your dreams, my dear,
I can do better!

Flowers are okay,
But jewelry's best.
Would you look at my face,
Instead of my chest!

I don't have a problem,
With Expressing my feeling.
I know when youre lying,
You look at the ceiling.

Don't call me a girl,
A babe or a chick.
I am a WOMAN,
Get it, you prick?!

haha, we could probably write a better one.. let's do it.

yeah...... but i still love my guys. just don't turn into stupid men or i might have to smack you.
very, verrrrry hard.

who wants to go with me to six flags?
i'm going...soon. whenever.
heck, i'll go alone if i have to.

lauren and i saw dan riding his bike as we were leaving herrick lake. i haven't seen that kid all summer.

awww... and remember when we heard "fast car" playing in the car next to us?

You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way

I remember we were driving driving in your car
The speed so fast I felt like I was drunk
City lights lay out before us
And your arm felt nice wrapped 'round my shoulder
And I had a feeling that I belonged
And I had a feeling I could be someone, be someone, be someone

that's like...my dream...that feeling. :) sap.



And so she turns inward on herself
The breeze caressing her, brushing her smooth skin,
Her bright face gazing still. The wind
Whispering darkly secrets of her past.
She has no thought nor cares, nor words
Except to gently brush away the petals falling on her heart.

- Ken Morrill, Under the Tree