Watch me puke

I hope this font color makes you happy.
I feel tired of stating normal everyday things. Today I blah blah blah, who cares. It's just a mental purge. So here you are, watching me puke in neon green hues.

I feel like saying something profound ... Nothing is coming to me. Picasso's whole name was: Pablo Diego Jose Francisco de Paula Juan Nepomuceno Maria de los Remeios Ciprano de la Santisma Trinidad Ruiz Picasso. Take a gander at that.

I -finally- finished Gone with the Wind (688 pages of war, love and childbearing). in some ways, I am a lot like Scarlett O'Hara. When I want something, God save anyone who tries to stop me! I will do anything to maintain money and security and am very strong willed. I used a few of her hints for catching beaus tonight. The results were interesting to say the least. All of her tips worked really well, it was almost scary how well. I even got a future date out of it. Those 1860s girls really knew how to work it. Or maybe it's a southern thing...

So now I'm reading about an investigative reporter who studied the Nazis. It's fasinating. He took on an entirly new identity to infiltrate them and learn everything he could. He wrote for Fortune magazine. Even the book itself is unique. It's water stained and very worn, printed in 1943. From the inside cover-
"Wartime economy measures insituted by the War Production Board limit the supply of paper available for this book. The smaller size makes it possible to get more books out of the available paper supply". Look at that. The war actually effected the paper supply, never really considered that before. Weird how now all we have are outragous gasoline prices. I think I would prefer paper shortages...

I need to start and finish working on my homework now. Read. Sleep. Wake at 7. Blah.