Seriously. I was tired of having that other journal all big and shiny on my page.
So now it has been replaced...but by what..well this journal of course...but what to put in this one....i could leave it like this....naw...i think i'll fill it with a bunch of pointless bulletins i posted on my myspace (SHAME!) during winter break... (this comes in a few...5 parts cuz it is LONG)

Early Morning Thoughts of Winter Break
Category: Life

So, today is Sunday the 6th of January.Every early morning since 24th or so (not sure because myspaces saved bulletins don't go that far back. But the 24th is when break started) i have been posting random bulletins. The fallowing are the ones that myspace hasn't gotten rid of yet (so...i think it's missing some of the first few).
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December 29th 2:09am

Subject: BLAH!!! SHAZAM!!!! BUNNIES!!! BANG!!!!
Body: DUDEZ!!!!!
Urm....i have tired feeling around my eyes. BUT I WILL IGNORE YOU TIREDNESS!!!!! OH BITCH MESSENGER OF SLEEP!!!!
Cuz i want to make a sandwich.
I bought some tasty mexican sweet bread and i think it would make a nice un-melted-cheese sandwich.
But i'm being a bit lazy NO! correction i'm taking my sweet bread time. (hahaha)
Thats more like it.

COMMENT MY NEW PIX OR I'LL....SOMETHINGNOTHINGFUNNYBUNNIESBLAHSHAZAMBU NNIESBANGBANG!!!!
.....or i'll comment you back if yeah do comment.

-Monica
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December 29 3:37am

Subject: Sleep, fuck, dream, making, tired, sandwich
Body: Screw it, i'm not making a sandwich!
But i wrote stuff.
Random lines that may be patched to gather in some way....

I refuse(X3) These lids aren't shutting down.
I'm not turning in, i'm not hitting the hey.
Go away tiredness, bitch messenger of sleep.
Why sleep? When ones curtains are closed, darkness creeps, as one sleeps, baring bare gifts, empty one night stands, with dreams.
Dream sweet, sleep deep, don't get connected, it's fake,
oh oh oh, sleep, dreams, such a tease,
Your an empty shell, leading me on, so sweet at the time, but then i open my eyes, and it's all gone, (no way back)
Sleep despises rejection, it has a weapon, oh lethargy, oh oh tiredness, such a slow shut down, a slow head colliding with pillow train wreck, in the end your down.
In the end, after days of battle, sleep dear, your tired now, sleep has sucked your life like florescent lights . It beckons you with it's sweet slow touch. Calls you softly to bed, lie down, with it. Sleep with sleep. It will show you a good time you'll never remember, never forget, all ways long for.
Sleep deary, sleep.

-Monicamightgiveinsoon
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December 30 12:03
(i'm not copying this bulletin. It had picture of REAL Neon Knives and saying people should go to my bands show).
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