i predict a riot
Things I Am Tired Of/Extremely Dislike About Myself and the World in General:
-Being indecisive. Enough said.
-Overanalyzing things like the freaking girl I am. Also enough said.
-Lost re-runs. I'm serious.
-The side of my nose itching. I swear, I will kill something if it does not stop. Hopefully that something won't be me.
-The date on my computer being set to July 2nd, 2004 so that Lorren can keep her now-illegal trial version of PSP 8, even after she's downloaded PSP 9.
-Doing something that seemed smart at the time but now is really just not. At all.
-Not being able to be my normal, relatively-outgoing and friendly self around everyone. I just don't know what to say when I don't have some previous conversation to build off of. Sometimes the tongue-tied, non-witty, bad conversationalist side of my brain takes over and I don't like it.
-The fact that Naveen Andrews is practically dating his mother. I mean, think about it.
-Donald Trump's hair. It's just so wrong.
-Thinking that my Solo and Ensemble song is the easiest piece of easy in the world, only to work on it
today with Lundberg and find out that I couldn't have picked a harder song if I tried.
-The English language in general: grammar in specific.
-Having a bedtime. The hell?
-Realizing just how sheltered and unexperienced I am in so many ways (ie. that the real world is going to kick my ass)
-Our stupid new dog thinking it's cute to howl/whine/bark all night long, and our stupid old dog for thinking it's cute to join in.
People/Things I am Writing Really Nice Letters of Praise and Appreciation To:
-Dom Monaghan for being a hotass and generally rocking my world.
-Billy Boyd for being Scottish and wearing kilts on several memorable occasions.
-Liv Tyler for hiking up Billy's kilt on one memorable occasion, with cameras present.
-Elijah Wood for being the token loveable freak with good taste in music and bad taste in just about everything else.
-Ang Lee for directing Brokeback Mountain, which will most certainly be the hott and will cause much pawing of the screen.
-That Gavin Somethingorother guy who wrote that kickass Rolling Stone article. I want to have your baby, man. In a purely literary sense.
-Those freaks who made the Sawyer Song. Genius.
-Bollywood for being so fecking weird, yet so incredibly cool.
-My parents for having me in America and not some place without running water. There would be hell to pay if that was the case.
-Franz Ferdinand for introducing me to Euro dance rock. I'm afraid I'll never be the same.
-Alex for not minding that I am a freak and for not taunting me about being short lately, and for trusting me enough to vent to me about things.
-Katie for putting up with me in English when I am a real pest and for giving me Gaelic Storm.
-Brittany for dressing up like a boat. Ha. Ha. That's all I'm saying to you!
-Whitney for being so self-deprecating yet so sweet, and for writing some really funny shit.
-Leanne for telling me to write 'I Love Speedos' in Japanese on my sweatshirt and for letting me listen to her chickens on the phone. And for generally putting up with my perkiness.
-That weird guy in the cafeteria for seeing said sweatshirt and trying to have a conversation with me in Japanese, most of which I did not understand. It was kind of cool, though.
-Colin for wanting to be my friend again, even though we don't really know how to talk to each other anymore and it's very awkward, lol. I'm sure it'll get easier, so thanks for sticking around.
-Claire Sledd for gushing about hot guys with me even though we've never really talked offline. That's cool.
-Killian for posting hella long quizzes and for apparently being unaware that she is way too cool to be so sad all the time. Or at least when she updates her LJ.
-Kirk for petting my hair even when I tell him not to. I don't like it, or him, but it'd be kind of sweet if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.
-Taylor for pushing my sister around in the hallway.
-Tim for giving me my daily dose of love/hate.
-To everyone else reading this, for making me feel like I'm not always a loser because people actually care about the banal little events I spend hours whinging about. I really like that feeling of being loved and all, so thanks.
-Being indecisive. Enough said.
-Overanalyzing things like the freaking girl I am. Also enough said.
-Lost re-runs. I'm serious.
-The side of my nose itching. I swear, I will kill something if it does not stop. Hopefully that something won't be me.
-The date on my computer being set to July 2nd, 2004 so that Lorren can keep her now-illegal trial version of PSP 8, even after she's downloaded PSP 9.
-Doing something that seemed smart at the time but now is really just not. At all.
-Not being able to be my normal, relatively-outgoing and friendly self around everyone. I just don't know what to say when I don't have some previous conversation to build off of. Sometimes the tongue-tied, non-witty, bad conversationalist side of my brain takes over and I don't like it.
-The fact that Naveen Andrews is practically dating his mother. I mean, think about it.
-Donald Trump's hair. It's just so wrong.
-Thinking that my Solo and Ensemble song is the easiest piece of easy in the world, only to work on it
today with Lundberg and find out that I couldn't have picked a harder song if I tried.
-The English language in general: grammar in specific.
-Having a bedtime. The hell?
-Realizing just how sheltered and unexperienced I am in so many ways (ie. that the real world is going to kick my ass)
-Our stupid new dog thinking it's cute to howl/whine/bark all night long, and our stupid old dog for thinking it's cute to join in.
People/Things I am Writing Really Nice Letters of Praise and Appreciation To:
-Dom Monaghan for being a hotass and generally rocking my world.
-Billy Boyd for being Scottish and wearing kilts on several memorable occasions.
-Liv Tyler for hiking up Billy's kilt on one memorable occasion, with cameras present.
-Elijah Wood for being the token loveable freak with good taste in music and bad taste in just about everything else.
-Ang Lee for directing Brokeback Mountain, which will most certainly be the hott and will cause much pawing of the screen.
-That Gavin Somethingorother guy who wrote that kickass Rolling Stone article. I want to have your baby, man. In a purely literary sense.
-Those freaks who made the Sawyer Song. Genius.
-Bollywood for being so fecking weird, yet so incredibly cool.
-My parents for having me in America and not some place without running water. There would be hell to pay if that was the case.
-Franz Ferdinand for introducing me to Euro dance rock. I'm afraid I'll never be the same.
-Alex for not minding that I am a freak and for not taunting me about being short lately, and for trusting me enough to vent to me about things.
-Katie for putting up with me in English when I am a real pest and for giving me Gaelic Storm.
-Brittany for dressing up like a boat. Ha. Ha. That's all I'm saying to you!
-Whitney for being so self-deprecating yet so sweet, and for writing some really funny shit.
-Leanne for telling me to write 'I Love Speedos' in Japanese on my sweatshirt and for letting me listen to her chickens on the phone. And for generally putting up with my perkiness.
-That weird guy in the cafeteria for seeing said sweatshirt and trying to have a conversation with me in Japanese, most of which I did not understand. It was kind of cool, though.
-Colin for wanting to be my friend again, even though we don't really know how to talk to each other anymore and it's very awkward, lol. I'm sure it'll get easier, so thanks for sticking around.
-Claire Sledd for gushing about hot guys with me even though we've never really talked offline. That's cool.
-Killian for posting hella long quizzes and for apparently being unaware that she is way too cool to be so sad all the time. Or at least when she updates her LJ.
-Kirk for petting my hair even when I tell him not to. I don't like it, or him, but it'd be kind of sweet if it wasn't so goddamn annoying.
-Taylor for pushing my sister around in the hallway.
-Tim for giving me my daily dose of love/hate.
-To everyone else reading this, for making me feel like I'm not always a loser because people actually care about the banal little events I spend hours whinging about. I really like that feeling of being loved and all, so thanks.