elvenjewl

I was thinking of trying to get a job at Publix next summer, probably as a cashier... would anybody have an idea of what I might earn?

I think they were like, dinosaurs or something, living in this old theatre. It was live action, they were people in big costumes, I think they were named Bubba, Baby, Tessa, and some other ones, don't remember the rest of them... they sang a lot, I remember that. The name was something like "Ripley" but I can't seem to find anything.

There might have been a sequel, I'm not sure...

My fingernails used to be nice and strong, but recently the nail on my left thumb has begun splitting something awful. It's inconvienent, unattractive and hurts like mad.

Any of you know any home brew remidies and/or store products that WORK?

Or will the sap give him seizures or something? He's under a year old, part golden retriever/austrailian cattledog/terrier/red chow. No health problems that we know of, except an underbite that makes him look absolutely hilarious when he's sleeping.

I feel like learning about ghosts today. Could be fun. Possibly spooky. Yee-haw.

It's a dark grey-brown color. I want to use it to describe my character's hair color but I'm not sure if enough people know what it is.

The things they put the book on then roll them around and restock the shelves? Cart, or dolly, or trolly, or something. It's for a novel I'm working on.

It's been stuck in my head all day... something about miles...

I'm working on my novel, and the MC is currently in the hospital after having what the doctors think was a sezure. The thing is, the only time I've ever actually been inside a hospital is when my father had his appendix removed when I was 10, and I don't remember much.

So, do hospitals have any particular smell, like a dentist office, or do they just smell sort of... clean?

Woot, yo.

I write a quick little poem, just for fun, I wasn't even saying it was any good, and they're all over me like I insulted their mother! Can't they give the whole "poetry is life" thing a rest every once in a while?

Seriously. Ow. Frickin paper plate attacked my hand...

A glass or ceramic bowl is preferred, as metal can ______ the taste of your pie.

Which one do I use? My essay is due tomorrow morning, and I know I should know this but I just can't remember.

How can I store it so that it doesn't dry out? How can I fire it in my house so that it doesn't crumble? I found large, clean, grey chunks and took some up to my house in a bucket. Any infromatin anyone could give me would be great, thanks.

Seriously. I'm about to freaking cry. I thought I put it on my bed stand, and now it's GONE.

Sometimes I get really hard on myself, and I get very upset over how I think everybody else sees me. I can't call people on the phone because what if they're having dinner and I've inturupted them? I can't look anybody in the eye because what if they think I'm saying I better then they are? I can't ever disagree with anybody or offer advice or show any of my emotions because what if I'm wrong thinking that way and everybody thinks I'm even weirder then they thought.

Sometimes I just start thinking about what this person or that person said, thinking about any mistakes I might have made over and over again until I've locked myself in the bathroom, blowing my nose on toilet paper because I've used up all the tissues. The other day I had to write thank-you notes and I started panicking because what if they compared them and got angry for some reason? I hate second guessing myself all the time. The only people I'm not like this with are people I don't like and my boyfriend.