i learned to pray

i spent the day with pins kept carefully in my mouth as i helped a pretty girl get ready for a halloween party which i don't want to attend.

chelsea, do you remember helping me get into that potato chip bag dress corset thing?? scratching memory.

then i hopped back to the dorm where i slipped into reading an article on a serial killer. i don't want my life to become novel-girl cliche though. brr.

he is still ripping off the university food service company because i am "pretty." i absolutely refused to take a "boo bucket" for free, though. "c'mon, it's halloween." erh. but there will be candy apples on the ninth floor on the actual date; i may pick some up before the elliott smith show. and they are available for anybody; so-called prettiness has nothing to do with it.

yahoo is being cranky. aim is destroying my computer's ability to organize accurately, and...for some reason icq won't connect. hrm.

i love you. even more than the ennio morricone music that's playing as i rattle. ;)

soon, i hope.