| Come to think of it, I can no longer tell when you people are referring to me or the other Ellen. To solve this problem, I propose a sweet nickname for myself, like Eleanor Bonaparte. Yeah, Eleanor Bonaparte would be sweet. |
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| I believe some of you recent subscribers think I'm Ellen Nevelle. I'm not. I'm Ellen Waters. Get it together. |
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| I recently celebrated my 18th birthday, which none of you were a part of; except of course for a phone call from Geoff and Andy. Saturday I'm going to Lawrence to see the Daughters, Chromatics, and the Blood Brothers for the third time. Every day of the week I'm working at Steak n' Shake from 11 till around 4 and I hate every one who comes in. I've been spending my off time drinking, smoking, and watching movies. I can't get enough of experimental dance punk and Halo. Tonight I had organic macoroni and cheese for dinner.
What's up with you? |
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| Prior to the weekend I had no problem with this last week of school, but now I simply am not looking forward to it. I have so much stuff I need to do- art projects in particular. That's it Van Gogh, this summer I'm kicking your ass with lots of style and fucking big words. |
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