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(9:40 am - 11.03.2002 - i'm dreaming of diarylanders - i feel  ) yay! so after searching for over 2 hours for a good layout for marks diary. i finally found one. he enjoys garfield, and i think it's cute, so there we go. i'm having a tad bit of trouble with some text formatting, but, that's ok. so now mark has a diary... without the work. i thought i lost my new taproot cd, but thankfully i found it, cowardly hiding behind my sublime cd. oh those naughty cds and their silly games. i had a dream. it included dana and jen. i was just hanging out in danas' house and she had a bunch of her cool friends over. i was in this bedroom, which i had trashed and all the other people were out in the living room watching donnie darko. it was just trippy. then somehow, i was in kennywood. this is the second time i've dreamt about kennywood this week. some lady got shot, and i was chosen to get the only thing that would save her. b vitamins. just too weird. why am i not more tired after all these insane dreams? well, it explains why my eyes are pretty much the most tired part of my body. i entered a contest. i'll be happy if i won. the winner(s) are going to be annouced on wednesday. heh. i think i was accepted to be a fanscape rep, cause i've gotten emails with duties in them... hmm? who knows. if i get another catalog in the mail this week, i swear! if you stacked up all the catalogs i get in the mail in a month you'd have a new, huge tree. it's craziness. my old best friend, leanne, would use my name when signing up for embarassing catalogs, like "how to stop wetting the bed" and shit like that. now they won't stop coming. i got 2 yesterday. i made funnel cakes this morning. then after eating one, i realized that making fried dough in the morning isn't the best thing to do. ehh. just thinking about fried things right now... i must stop. it's sunday morning and that means it's good 80's music on the x. it's my most favorite part of sundays. yay. my hair is still wet from my shower from 12 hours ago. i'm rambling, and cold. i can't say the word "cold". i say "cooled". my mom pointed this out to me. and i can't say "rural". and when i was little i used to say "yachhet" instead of "yacht". enough stupid thoughts for now. goodnite. i saw the scene unfold on a rainy sunday-creases indicating fold that kept four walls from caving in-i took a little more of what i take for granted-and filled my plate for fear that gears would turn-and wheels would roll away-something's got to break you down ~*~liz << - >> if you really loved me, you'd buy me presents | 