All right, that's it! I've had it with the purple diaryland page. Ick. If Eden can create her own diaryland page and make it look cool, then so can I. I'm not saying that changing the color to baby poo green is cool, I'm just saying. It's a step. Have patience with me as I tutor myself on the ins and outs of html. In the meantime, enjoy the green. I want a car this color.

Speaking of cars, I've got to buy one by Christmas. So...get out your thinking caps--once again it's time to help lifeblood by filling out her survey. I need a reliable, safe, fun (okay, fun is optional I suppose), fairly cheap car. It doesn't have to be new--in fact, non-new is probably all I can afford. But what kind of car should I get? This is an emergency! I am automobile-handicapped. Anyone know what they're talking about when it comes to cars? Help! Guestbook or email me with your decision.

Yesterday I composed a perfectly poetic but sad entry for diaryland on my walk after work. Luckily, it was only in my head, and you will not be subjected to another sad entry. What is it with walking and loneliness? One minute you're feeling fine; next minute you feel like you're the only person left on the planet, with so much to say and no one left to say it to. I'll save the entry for another time. I'm sure it will all come back to me next time I go walking at twilight.

What else to talk about? Oh yeah, how could I forget? I told you that I named my new cockatiel Gypsy, but I tried it out, and it just didn't match his image. Nice name, but no go. Sooo, I came up with the perfect name. Well, my sister did, anyway. Conrad Birdie. You know, from Bye Bye Birdie. I was calling him birdie anyway, so it totally fit. I'll just have to teach him to whistle a song from the film. Ha.

To tell the truth, I'm sort of tired of little Conrad. He demands so much attention. If I'm home, he wants to hang out with me. If I ignore him, he squawks until I want to tape his little beak shut. It's not like I wasn't warned (by parents who are usually right), but you can't stop dreams, and I've always wanted a bird. Now I have one.

 

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