Slightly Exciting Day.
Today, I had to go meet up with Marianne (Petit) at the Municipal Art Society. Unfortunately she couldn't make it, so we will have to reschedule. Either way, my assignment was to take pictures of places in my neighborhood that were important to me. Places where I eat, hang out, spend a lot of time, etc. And also take pictures of my family, friends, and dog and turtle for her to draw. The online cartoon will be out around December, she said, and I swear I'll post it up when it comes out. Because it's funny, d'uh. Well, it's not just her drawing it, it's her and Tracy White. I feel special calling women older than me by both of their names.
So being the lazy ass that I am, I didn't relly complete my assignment so I made sure to wake up extra early so I could take trillions of pictures to have ready for her. I went to sleep last night at around 12:30 thinking whether my ex is playing a joke on me or not by all of a sudden being in love with this girl:
It is the same person, except they look totally different. I think it's all bullshit, but you never know. So I'm left wondering, was he cheating on me? If this is fake, why did he go through all that trouble to make me feel "bad"? And is that what he was really trying to accomplish? All of that made me want to piss, so I got up 3 times, then again twice during the night. The point is I didn't sleep at all last night! And I had to meet Marianne early, like at 11am. So I woke up at 7, was ready at 9 because apparently, when I am tired, it takes me an hour to pick out what to wear and another hour to brush my teeth. I was 10 minutes away from leaving and she calls to tell me that she can't make it, which I completely understand, and I am there all dressed up with make-up on.
By the way, my make-up's starting to look really nice. I guess practice does make perfect. Anyhow, I ended up going to the mall and paying the Time Warner Cable bill. The black security guard at the front scared the shit out of me because as I go in, all tired and droopy, he says with his deep, black-guy voice, "May I help you?!". It was so demanding that I felt like I had stolen something and was about to run out the door. I stopped and said I was there to pay my bill, and he said to walk straight and get on the line. I was going to do that whether he told me or not, gosh.
Anyhow, I decided I was going to take my camera with me to the Mu.Arts.Soc. to show you guys how beautiful the building is, but since I ended up staying home mostly, here's some pictures.
My day started pretty tipically.
I was being tired, and a retard.
Do you guys like my new bag/purse?
It was $5. And I love it cause it has so many goddamned pockets.
(including a little crackbag in the front)
Check it out:
A thousand compartments!
I have all my make-up in my Chanel bag, which was of course a present from Karl Lagerfeld himself.
Pfft! Soon though, soon.
We are painting the entrance of our appartment, but not that color.
We are just painting the columns & beams dark, the rest will be that same color, except 8-10 shades darker.
I guess I'll post up pictures whenever it's done.
That's my mom painting btw.
The reason we are decorating my house is because my mom has been bored & depressed lately.
And she ususally cleans when that's the situation, but this time she got paint-crazy and started decorationg every room.
Also, my dad has this disorder that makes him collect things so out house is full of crap.
Actually, it's full of very valuable yet unnecessary items, which is our "inheritance".
Woop-dee-doo.
We are buying wood to make a shelf, which mom asked me to design.
Here are the "blue prints"?
I hope it will look nicer.
We are getting Panderose Pine, which is very pretty.
Anyhow, while my mom paints her ass off, I am texting my friends, and my sister is taking pictures of me while on the computer.
Then it was my time to be on the computer.
But my sister was bothering me. And I was taking pictures of my conceited self on self timer. And this one came out pretty.
I noticed how fucking messy this house gets if you don't clean it everyday.
Everything just piles up.
The cups are never in the kitchen unless my mom does the dishes.
And since we have a lazer mouse, we don't need a mousepad. So we use construction paper.
It's amazing cause you can draw on it, and spill water on it, and it won't matter.
I recommend it.
This is me with glasses on.
My moms glasses, I don't wear any.
And that is Pedro's MD.
Pedro is this guy who I met back in 9th grade. And he was in tenth grade. He is awesome, and is probably reading this, lol. No guys, you can't have him, he's taken! Anyhow, he gave me this and I always said I'd give it back, but never did, and never will. Muahaha! I'm evil. Not really he let me keep it. (thanks!)
Anyways, I think I'm going to fire Island tomorrow.
With Anna's parents, who just invited me. I'm glad they're still nice to me, after all that has happened. If they leave us alone for a bit, or we go walk around, I will get to smoke tomorrow. And if I meet a nice guy, I think I will give him my number. If it is my number he wants, and not Anna's. Which is like, never. I am still waiting for a call-back from the MET.
Fire Island. (www.fih.com)
So being the lazy ass that I am, I didn't relly complete my assignment so I made sure to wake up extra early so I could take trillions of pictures to have ready for her. I went to sleep last night at around 12:30 thinking whether my ex is playing a joke on me or not by all of a sudden being in love with this girl:
It is the same person, except they look totally different. I think it's all bullshit, but you never know. So I'm left wondering, was he cheating on me? If this is fake, why did he go through all that trouble to make me feel "bad"? And is that what he was really trying to accomplish? All of that made me want to piss, so I got up 3 times, then again twice during the night. The point is I didn't sleep at all last night! And I had to meet Marianne early, like at 11am. So I woke up at 7, was ready at 9 because apparently, when I am tired, it takes me an hour to pick out what to wear and another hour to brush my teeth. I was 10 minutes away from leaving and she calls to tell me that she can't make it, which I completely understand, and I am there all dressed up with make-up on.
By the way, my make-up's starting to look really nice. I guess practice does make perfect. Anyhow, I ended up going to the mall and paying the Time Warner Cable bill. The black security guard at the front scared the shit out of me because as I go in, all tired and droopy, he says with his deep, black-guy voice, "May I help you?!". It was so demanding that I felt like I had stolen something and was about to run out the door. I stopped and said I was there to pay my bill, and he said to walk straight and get on the line. I was going to do that whether he told me or not, gosh.
Anyhow, I decided I was going to take my camera with me to the Mu.Arts.Soc. to show you guys how beautiful the building is, but since I ended up staying home mostly, here's some pictures.
My day started pretty tipically.
I was being tired, and a retard.
Do you guys like my new bag/purse?
It was $5. And I love it cause it has so many goddamned pockets.
(including a little crackbag in the front)
Check it out:
A thousand compartments!
I have all my make-up in my Chanel bag, which was of course a present from Karl Lagerfeld himself.
Pfft! Soon though, soon.
We are painting the entrance of our appartment, but not that color.
We are just painting the columns & beams dark, the rest will be that same color, except 8-10 shades darker.
I guess I'll post up pictures whenever it's done.
That's my mom painting btw.
The reason we are decorating my house is because my mom has been bored & depressed lately.
And she ususally cleans when that's the situation, but this time she got paint-crazy and started decorationg every room.
Also, my dad has this disorder that makes him collect things so out house is full of crap.
Actually, it's full of very valuable yet unnecessary items, which is our "inheritance".
Woop-dee-doo.
We are buying wood to make a shelf, which mom asked me to design.
Here are the "blue prints"?
I hope it will look nicer.
We are getting Panderose Pine, which is very pretty.
Anyhow, while my mom paints her ass off, I am texting my friends, and my sister is taking pictures of me while on the computer.
Then it was my time to be on the computer.
But my sister was bothering me. And I was taking pictures of my conceited self on self timer. And this one came out pretty.
I noticed how fucking messy this house gets if you don't clean it everyday.
Everything just piles up.
The cups are never in the kitchen unless my mom does the dishes.
And since we have a lazer mouse, we don't need a mousepad. So we use construction paper.
It's amazing cause you can draw on it, and spill water on it, and it won't matter.
I recommend it.
This is me with glasses on.
My moms glasses, I don't wear any.
And that is Pedro's MD.
Pedro is this guy who I met back in 9th grade. And he was in tenth grade. He is awesome, and is probably reading this, lol. No guys, you can't have him, he's taken! Anyhow, he gave me this and I always said I'd give it back, but never did, and never will. Muahaha! I'm evil. Not really he let me keep it. (thanks!)
Anyways, I think I'm going to fire Island tomorrow.
With Anna's parents, who just invited me. I'm glad they're still nice to me, after all that has happened. If they leave us alone for a bit, or we go walk around, I will get to smoke tomorrow. And if I meet a nice guy, I think I will give him my number. If it is my number he wants, and not Anna's. Which is like, never. I am still waiting for a call-back from the MET.
Fire Island. (www.fih.com)