Johnny Depp Dipped in Chocolate… Mm.
And so things have still been pretty much the same. I still don’t have too much of my strength; still getting stomach pains; still get pwned by my non-agressive pacifist side.
I did get my permit from the DMV today, though. I can now legally drive with a supervised adult in the front seat.
I did finish off my Gospel site, so now, it can be sent away and judged.
After three days of straight working on it, Scott and I finally finished off the Gospel tract. Big freakin woohoo to that. Seriously, he’s a freaking human ruler/calculator. I couldn’t see myself doing it just by myself (if that makes any sense). Yay teamwork!
I did finally re-design a 100% Rachel-created myspacelayout click.
I also got a new pair of plaid pants. I don’t know what it is about plaid, but it just makes me smile.
How can you not be happy when you see plaid?
Aside from all the good stuff, I have my doctors appointment tomorrow, and I already know it’s going to be bad news.
I bought myself Pirates of the Caribbean 2 last week, and I plan on watching it again this week. As much as I hate admitting it, I think I’m depressed. The actual actual depressed… Not the emo child ‘My boyfriend’s / my cat’s / my eyeliner’s / My Chemical Romance’s gone’ type of depressed where you say it for attention or just to blog about, but the actual depressed-depressed. And can you believe it? Not even the fact that I can go to sleep smelling like chocolate is making me feel any better. :confused:
And even though it really has no significance whatsoever, I’m bolding every main topic in each paragraph just for kicks. ![]()






