August 25, 2004 - 01:05
things are too boring--i don't have anything to write about. things can't get worse (or more boring--since if i left the stove on, resulting in a huge fire that killed my entire family, that would actually be kind of good as far as nothing ever happening goes).
it feels like filling in mad libs.
charleston was fun. the best part was when we drove around at isle of palms. it's nice there because it's mostly rich people's houses and one or two really expensive hotels so it's not trashy like myrtle beach. my dad got heat stroke in charleston and we went through the market buildings full of jewelry and, well, no books. i've decided not to buy any more cds when i can just burn them, unless i can't find the band i'm looking for or they have hundreds of songs available for download, like elvis and sinatra. there was a pineapple fountain! it was amazing. we stayed in a hotel and went to isle and palms and charleston on the first day, charleston on the second. pictures here.
i just realized that the tattoo i want to get looks like the straight edge x's except two x's instead of three. so is it sex, drugs, or alcohol? oh well, i'm happy because the great dictator's coming on. the speech at the end makes me cry, but any show of emotion does that. the president could come on and make a speech about labor unions or something and i would cry over it.
i finally got around to switching everything over to yahoo, so it's ringwormone@yahoo.com now, although i think i changed the address for diaryland a couple months ago.