August 9th 2001

271 Unique hosts today, people. Please allow me to brag. 271 unique hosts and only 3 or 4 of you could manage to sign the guestbook? Thank you, Literotica, you have made my ego a little bigger today.

I am currently looking at some nice pictures of Axl. This here is a really good page of pictures! Oh lordy, do I like these pictures.

I've asked myself a few times, over the course of the last 8 years or so, if I still like Axl, or am I just continuing to like him out of rebellion. I have come to the conclusion, after listening to Use Your Illusion 1 about 5,000 times, and after looking at these pictures, and hearing people talk about them on MTV and VH1 specials about different things, that I still like him. Maybe not as obsessively as I once did, but still pretty damn much. I know he's not the model citizen, and I know he's strangely elusive, and I know the whole band left him here by his lonesome, I know alot of things but they don't change the fact that he's fucking gorgeous. If I could see him in concert just once, I would die a happy woman.

What would happen if I met him face to face? Probably nothing. He probably wouldn't acknowledge my existence. What would I want to happen? I've tried to tell myself that if the situation came up, and it wouldn't, that I wouldn't sleep with him because I didn't want to be just another groupie or whatever. But if the real situation came to be, would I really say no to sex with someone I've been in love with since the tender age of 13? I don't know, people, I don't know.

"Baby, Maybe, Someday!" That's one of my favorite lines.

Another one would be..

"So goodbye to you girl, so long, farewell, I can't hear you cryin, you're jivin's been hell, so look for me walking down your street at night, I'll be in with another, deep down inside... Deep down inside!

Okay, that's enough Axl obsessing.

Also fucking gorgeous: Benicio Del Toro. I just watched Traffic for the second time. Oooh, yes.

It is 3:12 AM and I want to be asleep right now, but am I? Oh no, I'm not.

I went shopping tonight. Mmmm, shopping. I like Old Navy and everything, I really do, but whoever invented the low cut waist should be shot. Please. Die. But I bought some nice jeans at Old Navy, 6 pairs of underwear at Victoria's Secret, lipstick, nailpolish, and about 20 pairs of socks because they were 49 cents at the Gap. Yes, folks, 49 cents! Run out and get some now!

Do I have to get down on my knees and beg for you to sign my guestbook? I'll come sign yours if you want! And please don't sign it and tell me my dog is going to die someday. He's only 2 years old, for fucks sake, and has almost died once already. He had parvo, and was about 24 hours away from dying. I don't like to think about that.

The moral of the story here is that I spent way too much money today. I also went to the new Subway that was built right across the street from my school. I haven't been that happy about a restuarant opening since Taco Cabana opened a year ago. Taco Cabana, in Denton? No freakin way! Thank you, Taco Cabana.

I think I should probably go to sleep now. It is 3:26 AM and I have on blue nail polish! I hope you enjoy the visceral images I have set forth for you tonight.

Muah!

August 9th 2001

Okay, so it's 4:39 PM and I'm sitting here in my underwear (my NEW underwear, might I add!) eating cookie dough. Am I proud of this fact? Not really. But come on, it's 102 degrees! I was wearing clothes at some point, but it's just too hot to wear anything right now. The cookie dough I have no excuse for. I just had a craving.

I found out my new roommate's name. She is from Brownswood, TX, and has the same name as my first best friend ever. This, however, is a very common name, and she moved to Minnesota a long time ago, so I know it's not the same person.

I think I'm due for a roommate who either does drugs in the room all the time or always has her boyfriend here. I've never had either one of them, and I'm thinking it's going to have to happen at some point.

I've never had a roommate for one whole year. That would be nice, to get to know someone for that long. The dorms I live in are for juniors and seniors, who don't tend to stay put in any place for very long, so they come and go. I'm the only dork who's staying here for the second year.

I'm not a bad roommate. I'm not here from Thursday afternoon to Sunday night, so they have the place to themselves most of the time. I don't look at porn (while they're in the room, at least), I don't have satanic rituals, I don't have hampsters. I am a little messy, but not too messy.

I donated $5 to Diaryland today. It made me feel all fuzzy inside.

If you haven't already, check out Yesterday's entry because it's one of favorites. That might be dorky, but that is okay!

Anyway, I saw someone list all their diary rings and why they were in them, so I think I'll do that with a few of mine here.

Journalism ring - I'm majoring in journalism!

I'd Rather Be Barefoot - I never wear shoes if I can help if. I grew up with a house that had a stony kind of driveway, and I was always walking on that, and it made my feet hardcore.

Brains Afire - This is the bust.com people web ring. I've been reading BUST stuff for almost 2 years, but I've only been a member for a few months. It's really nifty.

Dr. Pepper - I am an addict.

MySoCaldLife - I love it. I was Angela, Angela was me, we were each other.

Golden Girls - I love this show! It cracks my shit up. I think I've seen pretty much every episode in reruns.

I have many more, but that is all I care to write about now. Maybe I'll go put on some clothes or something.