Friday, March 13, 2009


I really really really like words. Like, really really really. I know that's either a dumb or obvious thing to say, but stay with me for a second.

As a kid, I was obsessed with learning new words. Big words, small words, just so long as i hadn't heard it before, and could later work it in to a sentence. I remember a childhood friend telling me I sounded "Stuck up" when i used "big words". I looooooved it. 

So, it's no surprise that this obsession continues.

I'm currently in the process of moving (I've been told i have a good head start, but since I'm moving in about 3 weeks i already feel behind, *SIGH*). The reason why i need three weeks or MORE to work on this shit is because I need time to get sidetracked by things!

Like tonight, i packed up a book shelf, a bunch of art supplies, all the yarn and knitting books (It's okay, they're close at hand, it's not like i can't get to them) and in this process found an old "journal" of sorts. It was entitled "Fucktard, Volume 1". Now, most of what was in here was a little on the personal side (even for the Internet) (I know, right?!) But one thing i found was a list of words. No explanation as to why there were there, and absolutely no memory whatsoever of having written this list. It's definitely my handwriting though.

I shall reproduce the list for you below.


Yup, I don't get it either. On the bright side, when I spell-checked this post, i had spelled all of these correctly (even in the journal).

Also, this entry was dated 1-21-07, which means it was written less than 1 month after I moved to portland. Ca-ray-zee.