Welcome Back...
Well, here I go again. It's now June of 2003. I'm now a webmistress once more, though certainly with much less interest than when I was in high school. No, this place won't likely be pretty to look at, but that's OK. Lord knows I can't remember all the html anymore.
I just wanted a place to ramble. And if somebody found it, fine. If not, that's fine too.
Anyway, first, I want to ask anybody if they ever had a dream that they were in some fast moving vehicle of some sort and they couldn't stop it. Like the brakes were gone or some psycho was the train conductor.
Well, that's my life, but the opposite. My car, a nice little economical number, is stuck on 30mph. And I have to wonder why. True, I've pretty much followed the path. Been the good girl with minimal deviation from that. Well, I suppose not minimal, not in the sense that I lack personality, but maybe you get my point anyway.
Second, stuck on 30mph as I am, I'm annoyed as all hell. Really. I really feel like I have so much to offer. To experiences, people, the world. But I'm cruisin' on 30. Maybe the problem is that I'm trying my hardest to get out of 30, slammin' on the gas, and I'm not looking outside the window. Or maybe I'm not trying hard enough. Maybe all I'm doing is looking through the window. *shakes her head* It could all be bullshit too.
Hm. Well, enough of that kind of rambling. Let me tell you, the world, about myself. My name is Elisa Woodby.
, I'm familiar w/ our state police because of one just like you so don't even bother.
I'm a student and I'm majoring in the strangest things. Anyway, not really the kind of stuff I wanted to talk about. This isn't a resume afterall. Music, seems like a sensible start. I
love Nine Inch Nails, Tool, Marilyn Manson, Skunk Anansie, Skin, Bjork, Radiohead,..., but I like to jam to Tracy Chapman, Roberta Flack, TONS of stuff. I love it
all really, except country and empty pop (the beat has to really make me wanna dance to get over the emptiness and that doesn't often happen).
My pet peeves/turn-offs. Ppl who are: prejudice, ultra religious, selfish, arrogant. Oh, and long or dirty nails on guys. Yuck! And I can't stand girls who are accessories. Poor things.
What should I talk about? It's strange. Because I wanted to get really personal, but now I don't know. You know, if somebody I knew found this site and I had all my personal business here, it's not that i would mind them knowing that information. It's that I would like the presentation to come from me directly at the right time. With the right emphasis.
That kind of makes the whole site pointless for you.
Email: hearmeout@hotmail.com
