what on god's green earth?

so instead of making a fake resume for a project my twisted french prof came up with, i'm trying to absorb those waves that supposedly come out of computer screens, microwaves, and tv screens to get bad skin. hah, as if i had good skin in the first place. surprise! i'm girly enough to care about my face. whatever, that's probably not a surprise in anyone's book. don't most people wish to be skinny, have luxurious hair, and to be pretty. oh, except for that one girl i knew who wanted to be fat and ugly with mangy hair...nope nevermind, there is no such girl. hey, this blog thing is pretty neat. writing journals or keeping track of your emotions in your head can be pretty painful (wrist cramps and brain farts, or maybe wrist farts and brain cramps?) well, there has kind of been a few things on my mind lately. would you like to hear about it? of course you do. so, i was rejected the other day and made an utter fool of myself. no problem right? i'll just hole myself up for a beautiful labor day weekend and bury myself in my misery. pity party anyone? aren't you glad you're invited?well, anyways, i don't want to sound like a complete loser by saying too much (hah). but i'll play around with this blog thing and then go to sleep. or not. who knows. i don't. what do i know?