Author: judytuna

happy 2nd birthday to my livejournal! wanna see my first entry on may 26 2001? s2 is *really* easy to use.

LiveJournal Connect!Enter your username in the left box, someone else’s username (or a * for a random one) in the right box, and press the button! -> Quiet Mutual 2 chains No 1-hopCoded by sachmet =) yay six-degrees-of-connection-things!!!! “you really admire steve jobs, don’t you.” “no. i just accept him as god.”

i got an A on my paper. an A! an A!!! an A!!!! to think what wonderful creations i could make if i spent more time on them. apparently everybody wrote one of their imitation/parody poems on gertrude stein, so they compiled them all and made copies of it and called it “lifting stien: an… Continue reading i

juddietuna (6:14:36 PM): and then i got sidetracke Jennnykins (6:14:47 PM): hahaha too sidetracked to type the d wanna see what i got sidetracked by? emacs, the sacred editor: http://www.dina.kvl.dk/~abraham/religion/ hahahahahaa

i did an essay yesterday. i ended up with 12 full pages. i did the last 10 pages in about 8 hours. it was also–you guessed it!–two weeks late. “hi judy i got your paper and just read it. it’s very good!” WTF? maybe she’s just saying that and maybe i’m being arrogant in becoming… Continue reading Untitled

i don’t drink enough water. i don’t get enough sleep. i don’t feed myself regularly. a schedule for myself i don’t keep. oh shut up judy and stop trying to rhyme your complaints. today i wrote some. then elanor jenny chloe lily and i ate at party sushi for like more than an hour, and… Continue reading Untitled

1) why did my color scheme become bluish during the day today? i thought “OH MY GOD SOMEONE HACKED MY LIVEJOURNAL!” but checked my settings and yes indeedy i was still labelled as watermelon-colored. a few other journals became bluey too, while most stayed the same. must have been a bug? 2) wah. on saturday,… Continue reading the weekend.

for english 131. the assignment: write three “parodies” or “imitations” of poets we’ve read about in class.

deadlines don’t mean anything to me. no, they really don’t. is that so bad?

yesterday my dad came up after work and dropped off a care package from my mom which consisted of cereal and granola bars and soy milk in little containers. we ate dinner at ichiban and he told me funny stories.