august 29 - paul. paul. paul.
so, i was going to s-write-ay i'm probably the last online diary writing girl to discover amy winehouse, but, um, she scares me? and i also have this crazy picture of her to put up, and then i read the news about how she was going to do drugs with a girl and then her husband saved her and he got cut up himself and the press was all, "amy winehouse and husband fought bloodily!!!" and it was all so bizarre that i'm thinking amy winehouse isn't crazy as in, you know, "look at me" kind of crazy, maybe more like "i'm seriously whacked i need mucho help.", so, i'm going to lay(her) off. these kind of people need all the help they can get.
this high school musical 2 frenzy better be over soon because if one more person catches me bursting into "what time is it? summertime!" or "scream and shout!" i'd... combust. not literally, of course, just metaphorically, maybe like going around muttering "what time is it? what time is it?" all the time like randy, from my name is earl? who one time tried to wake up a "paul" who likes to sleepwalk into their room and turn on the tv? so he got up and went "paul. paul. paul. paul. paul. paul. paul. paul" and at one point got distracted by the tv himself, but pulled himself together and continued the stream of "paul. paul. paul" until finally he gave up. heee. oh man that was too funny. anyhow yeah, so that wouldn't be a pretty picture because look, mom, it's not like i purposely go out and find answers to "why i'm still single" but maybe it's WHAT'S HAPPENING TO THE WORLD that is making it seem like so.
