*pms*
So some stupid fucking twat on 100variations doesn't know how to use an LJ cut and her icons are spamming my FL. *HISS*
Also, my father is a retard. We should have never told him that it's possible to watch movies online, because every time he finds one of his shows and it doesn't load/he's running it through a site that runs commercials on the broadcast, he FLIPS. Not only that, but he blames the computer. ("EVERY TIME I go to use this fucking thing it dies on me. ASSSHHHLEEEEYYY???? What is this LIVEJOURNAL shit? How come I'm not on Yahoo!? Me: ...Dad, that's my homepage. As you failed to log out of my account, it's going to load that for the browser. If you want Yahoo!, just type it in. Dad: Well I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO! How do I get off of your shit!? Me: *seething* Click the button that says "shut down" A drop-down menu should come up-- Dad: "Other users are logged in?" *clicks the button that shuts down the computer entirely* HOW COME IT SHUT DOWN? Is there a VIRUS? Me: ...)
Not only that, but BECAUSE he can't figure out how to switch users, I now have the Google taskbar installed, along with Yahoo! games like Yahtzee on my desktop. -_- I don't think he knows what the hell he downloads. This is why I have to fix the fucking computer every time I come home from not living here for a bit. *growls* So frustrating.
Isadora has yet to be Sorted. Is it really that hard?
Going out did make me feel better. I now know what it's like for a boy to go Christmas shopping. Greg legit bought a giftcard for EACH of his family members. It took us 45 minutes just to do that because the traffic was so bad. I picked out these cute little stockings to put the cards in...he was going to buy these ridiculous paper bags and stuff them with tissue/put the gift cards inside.
Men.
Men and their lack of decorative flair.
Thank God I was there to help his struggling ass :P
I can't spell tonight.
Also, I beat Castlevania. My score owned.
Surprisingly enough, I had a nice conversation with his mom tonight, too. (without peeing my pants from fear.) I helped her pick out a restaurant gift card for Greg (His family REALLY goes for gift cards O_O) and she asked me to help her cook.
*SHOCK*
I honestly don't know what to make of her. I fluctuate severely between outright dislike towards her (within good reason) and a genuine desire for her to warm up to me. Maybe she's learning that I'm not going anywhere? I don't know. I mean if Greg and I get married someday I don't want our life to consist of "your parents on Christmas and my parents on Thanksgiving." I want to like my mother in law.
I don't know what to think. All I know is that Greg has started wearing torn bluejeans rather than his black ones and he walked around shirtless for a bit earlier. *____* I drooled. And begged him to wear a temporary tattoo on his...lines. You know what I'm talking about, ladies? Those lines. I love those lines. They turn me on, as do hands.
I really am a sick fuck, aren't I?
And my father just walked in on my singing my heart out to this song. *blush*
E-I think I found the song I've been looking for, and this is it.
In the summer, at Gabby's after-prom party, Jake showed up strumming his acoustic and singing Nirvana songs. He sat by the bonfire and played for us. It was a great experience, very hippie. Consequently, I have desired to do the same at a party, and have decided that someday, I will play and sing The Islander for my friends. I think it's perfect. Tuomas wanted it to be a song that tells a story, one that's by a campfire. That was the whole point of Nightwish, after all.
Also, my father is a retard. We should have never told him that it's possible to watch movies online, because every time he finds one of his shows and it doesn't load/he's running it through a site that runs commercials on the broadcast, he FLIPS. Not only that, but he blames the computer. ("EVERY TIME I go to use this fucking thing it dies on me. ASSSHHHLEEEEYYY???? What is this LIVEJOURNAL shit? How come I'm not on Yahoo!? Me: ...Dad, that's my homepage. As you failed to log out of my account, it's going to load that for the browser. If you want Yahoo!, just type it in. Dad: Well I SHOULDN'T HAVE TO! How do I get off of your shit!? Me: *seething* Click the button that says "shut down" A drop-down menu should come up-- Dad: "Other users are logged in?" *clicks the button that shuts down the computer entirely* HOW COME IT SHUT DOWN? Is there a VIRUS? Me: ...)
Not only that, but BECAUSE he can't figure out how to switch users, I now have the Google taskbar installed, along with Yahoo! games like Yahtzee on my desktop. -_- I don't think he knows what the hell he downloads. This is why I have to fix the fucking computer every time I come home from not living here for a bit. *growls* So frustrating.
Isadora has yet to be Sorted. Is it really that hard?
Going out did make me feel better. I now know what it's like for a boy to go Christmas shopping. Greg legit bought a giftcard for EACH of his family members. It took us 45 minutes just to do that because the traffic was so bad. I picked out these cute little stockings to put the cards in...he was going to buy these ridiculous paper bags and stuff them with tissue/put the gift cards inside.
Men.
Men and their lack of decorative flair.
Thank God I was there to help his struggling ass :P
I can't spell tonight.
Also, I beat Castlevania. My score owned.
Surprisingly enough, I had a nice conversation with his mom tonight, too. (without peeing my pants from fear.) I helped her pick out a restaurant gift card for Greg (His family REALLY goes for gift cards O_O) and she asked me to help her cook.
*SHOCK*
I honestly don't know what to make of her. I fluctuate severely between outright dislike towards her (within good reason) and a genuine desire for her to warm up to me. Maybe she's learning that I'm not going anywhere? I don't know. I mean if Greg and I get married someday I don't want our life to consist of "your parents on Christmas and my parents on Thanksgiving." I want to like my mother in law.
I don't know what to think. All I know is that Greg has started wearing torn bluejeans rather than his black ones and he walked around shirtless for a bit earlier. *____* I drooled. And begged him to wear a temporary tattoo on his...lines. You know what I'm talking about, ladies? Those lines. I love those lines. They turn me on, as do hands.
I really am a sick fuck, aren't I?
And my father just walked in on my singing my heart out to this song. *blush*
E-I think I found the song I've been looking for, and this is it.
In the summer, at Gabby's after-prom party, Jake showed up strumming his acoustic and singing Nirvana songs. He sat by the bonfire and played for us. It was a great experience, very hippie. Consequently, I have desired to do the same at a party, and have decided that someday, I will play and sing The Islander for my friends. I think it's perfect. Tuomas wanted it to be a song that tells a story, one that's by a campfire. That was the whole point of Nightwish, after all.