Below are the 9 most recent journal entries recorded in Robin Krychek's LiveJournal:

Saturday, June 19th, 2004
1:44 pm	A story without letters! ~~~~~~~~~~~\@/~~~~~~~~~~~~ &~~~~&~~~&~~~~~&~~~~~~&~~ _________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ * * \ :0 :( \ :( :0 - / :( :0 :( - * :0 :( :( :0 :( - / * :( ------> :) * [Error: Irreparable invalid markup ('<:)>') in entry. Owner must fix manually. Raw contents below.] A story without letters! ~~~~~~~~~~~\@/~~~~~~~~~~~~ &~~~~&~~~&~~~~~&~~~~~~&~~ _________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ ******_________________ * * \ :0 :( \ :( :0 - / :( :0 :( - * :0 :( :( :0 :( - / * :( ------> :) *<:) @@>/ Anyone who can guess the content of my special story will earn a prize! (Or whoever has the most entertaining interpretation. I'm not picky.) (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Friday, April 2nd, 2004
7:31 am	I like Fridays, because at the end of the day I can feel all hip as I leave the suckers at school behind for my fabulous weekend life. Ha. Alan wasn't kidding. His name is Leopold, and he's on a reality-based TV show. It's a dating game, from what I can gather of it. Suppose he thinks he can get -some- sort of recognition that way, but I wouldn't recommend it. Of course, I'm not the expert on attracting attention. Last night I dreamed that I cut myself and everyone yelled at me and it wouldn't stop bleeding until I went to the hospital. Then it just stopped, like someone turned a faucet off. Probably because just then Alan showed up. And then we left and we were -so- happy. The End. This entry still seems too short for some unfathomable reason. Maybe this calls for A Crappy Rhyming Poem About My Art Teacher! Jealousy breeds incompetence As illustrated by the stench It appears that the art master Couldn't paint her masterpiece faster Current Mood: excited (Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 24th, 2004
12:44 pm	Nothing quite like x-files to make you feel paranoid. I trust Alan more than I trust anyone else. Is that foolish of me? Something about the keyboard itself is very fishy. I don't know what's behind these keys. Is my typing this doing something other than forming words on a screen? If I type these keys in a certain order, will something happen that I didn't expect? Is there a "magic" sentence, and does it necessarily have to be illogical to remain unfound by those with personal computers? Is it a sentence that no one would never dare say, type or even begin to conceive of? All right. I'd better keep away from the computer now. The keys seem suspended in space. They really do. Current Mood: nervous (Comment on this)
Saturday, March 20th, 2004
9:18 pm	Isn't it horrible when you realize that someone who you thought was nice isn't nice at all? Either having a boyfriend or internal female organs screws me over every time. Or more like other people screw me over every time. I'm keeping my boyfriend and myself, and they can go to hell for all I care. Current Mood: pessimistic (2 Comments |Comment on this)
Saturday, March 13th, 2004
9:26 pm	Full to the brim with snobbish satisfaction... I completed my first masterpiece during art class today. It is on a very large canvas. It is very abstract. It is very ugly. It is entitled - The Revealed Complex and Unnecessary Duplications of Tangible Hatred Intertwined Within My Art Teacher's Soul.- Current Mood: enthralled (3 Comments |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 10th, 2004
10:27 pm	Living at Alan's is like the magical sleep-over of my lifetime. It has all the highlights (good food and conversation) but none of the mess. Well, no mess that I can't stand owning, anyway. (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Wednesday, March 3rd, 2004
8:31 pm	Just washed my hair -and- wearing ratty old sweats... ahhh... Poem For Everyone's Personal Enjoyment (except yours): The Priest and the Cows Believe! he roared, his aspect black Expecting not an answer back He paused, he heard an answer drum On multi-stained linoleum Alas! Avast! The herd consumes! Plowing and reaping rancid fumes! Horns raised, a triumphant banner! Snouts invade in grotesque manner! A herd against a flock of sheep! Awakening from dreamless sleep They beat the doors to let them through! Without their Moses, plans askew! Devouring their wretched source They need not ponder their next course! Echoing through the emptied streets The cries of unheard, desperate bleats! Insightfully, the bishop smirked Inwardly praising as they worked "No need to pass judgment on that," he thought, nudging his silly hat (Guess who had to go to church when they were a kid and guess who was really, really bored most of the time...) Current Mood: content (1 Comment |Comment on this)
Saturday, February 28th, 2004
9:29 pm	Saturday is my absolutely favorite day of the week. Sunday morning is great too, of course, because sitting home smirking and being irreverent gives me extra-special satisfaction. Tomorrow, I plan on eating a sweet, sticky, un-pious breakfast and making out. Current Mood: devious (Comment on this)
Thursday, February 26th, 2004
9:56 pm	This is pathetic. I've had this online journal for nearly a week now and this is the first time that I've ever posted on it. There is clearly something disturbing about that. My luscious boyfriend Alan (if you didn't already know) made my user pics. (I love you, Alan.) (If I write in parentheses, I can pretend that I am speaking to a selected audience.) And now, a poem, inspired by many other young poets such as myself: The searing pain of my crispified soul! A life clenched in the fist of control! The agony and torment felt! The injustices and ordeals dealt! I wander, desperate for an answer! Despair consuming hope like cancer! Current Mood: artistic (1 Comment |Comment on this)