day one [5/22]

So I have this intense headache right now. I blame it on the X-Men Origins movie I tried to watch but it was boot-leg so it was a copy of the movie pre-editing. Really annoying, when you still see all the strings and stuff.

Not that this defined my day, which is over in about 17 minutes.

Had a sleepless week which is an exaggeration. I did sleep but it feels like I haven't at all. Ah, missing those days.

This is awkward. Having a blog again. I killed all the old ones to create this new one. My livejournal is still six feet under. Hopefully this doesn't fail.

So I'm thinking this isn't my best writing pieces but whatever. And since this is the first post of the blog I should explain this.

Me and my friend, Linda, felt like writing a blog. We will alternate days of when we post. Today is my day, so I should introduce myself.

Name is Natalie. First thing you need to know after my name, it's pronounced Na-DA-lee. Pronounce it Na-TAH-lie and I will severely dislike you. I have this fascination with photography and purple things. I lack study skills, intelligence and humor. At this very moment I am yawning.

That was irrelevant but 40% of what I say is irrelevant. 35% of what I say doesn't make sense at first but if you think about it, it all makes sense. The other 25% of what I say is just childish.

Day is ending in eight minutes. What to write what to write.
I smell like vinegar. That's what I get for having dumplings for dinner.

An overview of my day:
Woke up, ate breakfast while watching Saved by the Bell, took the bus and train to school, studied for English, failed English, got lectured in Music, ate some strawberries during lunch, failed my presentation for Global (reason being my partner was absent), learned a lot in Geometry, took pictures in Spanish, picked up beans during Biology, found a lima bean with his name on it. Fate or coincidence? Haven't seen him all day. Boring week. Horrible blog. So damn tired. Sleep now. Four minutes left.

My next post will be better. I promise you. PROMISE. Unless I break it. But I hope I won't.

linda if you read this don't laugh at me. it's 11:57 and i'm tired. love you.