what's the point in ever trying? nothing's changing anyway
I am bored again. I missed the bus and I'm waiting for my mom to get home and give me a ride to school. She should've been here by now, and I'm missing my lovely lovely English class, damnit!
am I the only one who thinks Sean Astin was really hot as Rudy?
ach! my German chocolate has disappeared! It was right on the desk in a big bag, I look away, then *poof*, it's gone!
someone will pay for this.
I think, maybe, sometime I should try for another 100+ comment entry. the last one was quite fun, 142 comments from three fucking people :). not this one, though. soon. soon.
six days.
I really want to paint my room. for those who don't know, it's just white, not even painted, and covered with half a million posters, pictures, magazine cutouts, a crucified skeleton, a pair of someone else's underwear, and a spatula.
I think I might actually take all the pictures down, paint it a dark-ish blue, but still somewhat light. and I'd draw random things on it with chalk, put pictures up in a few sections and such. I'd still have a few posters up, though. Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Monroe, and John Belushi are staying.
I think I have blue paint in the basement that my brother was going to use when we moved here, but never did. *runs off to check*
grr, I can't find it. curse you, o elusive paintbucket.
my basement is frightening. in addition to the rooms sectioned off with bedsheets for walls [long story] and my fear of someone in one of the rooms waiting to grab me as I walk by, it's got Eddinger family paraphenalia strewn about: a box of my brother's old school things, Star Trek things, crafty stuff that my mother never ended up using, a set of Richard Simmons tapes that my brother and I went at with a shotgun, videos of your dearest duckey's first steps [which will never see the light of day again].
My family is odd. Man, I love my brother.
Ahah, wow, never thought I'd say that.
come to think about it, I love just about every member of my family but my parents.
I wonder if my kids will hate me when I have them. hmm. this doesn't require thought just yet, so why am I thinking about it?
would I be a good mother?
well. not if I follow through with my plan [that I concocted BEFORE I knew you had the same idea] of teaching everything as its opposite to my kids. That would be pretty funny, though.
My arm hurts.
my mom is here. good day, all.
am I the only one who thinks Sean Astin was really hot as Rudy?
ach! my German chocolate has disappeared! It was right on the desk in a big bag, I look away, then *poof*, it's gone!
someone will pay for this.
I think, maybe, sometime I should try for another 100+ comment entry. the last one was quite fun, 142 comments from three fucking people :). not this one, though. soon. soon.
six days.
I really want to paint my room. for those who don't know, it's just white, not even painted, and covered with half a million posters, pictures, magazine cutouts, a crucified skeleton, a pair of someone else's underwear, and a spatula.
I think I might actually take all the pictures down, paint it a dark-ish blue, but still somewhat light. and I'd draw random things on it with chalk, put pictures up in a few sections and such. I'd still have a few posters up, though. Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Monroe, and John Belushi are staying.
I think I have blue paint in the basement that my brother was going to use when we moved here, but never did. *runs off to check*
grr, I can't find it. curse you, o elusive paintbucket.
my basement is frightening. in addition to the rooms sectioned off with bedsheets for walls [long story] and my fear of someone in one of the rooms waiting to grab me as I walk by, it's got Eddinger family paraphenalia strewn about: a box of my brother's old school things, Star Trek things, crafty stuff that my mother never ended up using, a set of Richard Simmons tapes that my brother and I went at with a shotgun, videos of your dearest duckey's first steps [which will never see the light of day again].
My family is odd. Man, I love my brother.
Ahah, wow, never thought I'd say that.
come to think about it, I love just about every member of my family but my parents.
I wonder if my kids will hate me when I have them. hmm. this doesn't require thought just yet, so why am I thinking about it?
would I be a good mother?
well. not if I follow through with my plan [that I concocted BEFORE I knew you had the same idea] of teaching everything as its opposite to my kids. That would be pretty funny, though.
My arm hurts.
my mom is here. good day, all.