I learned about a method of journal writing yesterday in which you time your self for five minutes and write everything that comes to your mind. Uncensored, unedited, unridiculed. I want to try that today. So here we go--a leap into Kimber's subconcious:
Boing. Boing. Boing. Boing.....I tried to put my hair in sponge curlers last night. Actually, I didn't try. I really DID put sponge curlers in my hair....when I took them out this morning I looke like a clown. Except I didn't have face paint. I spent the rest of my morning trying to fix what had taken me a good hour or so the night before. stupid stupid. boing boing...
Two free movie tickets. What am I going to do with them? Eli and I are broken up, but even if we WEREN'T he's eight hours away in Idaho where he could watch a movie for less money than the gas would cost to come here and watch a free one. Stupid. Stupid....boing. haha....this is silly...I can't believe I'm actually going to post this on my blog. I just feel bad that I haven't posted anything for so long. So this will have to do.
It's not like there is nothing going on in my life. I do all kinds of things....facebook....text....play piano....clean my room. But which of those sounds like it would be an interesting thing to write about? None of them. That's right.....
My birthday was Sunday. I didn't like it. I'm now 21. It surprises me that every year my birthday seems to be less of a big deal. I really could care less about it. Well, that's not true....maybe I just have high hopes for it that I know won't happen, so I dread the day it comes, because I know I'll only be disappointed. Probably. Maybe. Boing.
One more minute left. This is harder than it looks...or sounds...or something. Oh....just kidding there's only a few seconds left......blank...blank.......clock.....I want to start a jazz group here. That would be fun.