i wonder if it irritates you?
Yes, well, school was fine. The only memorable happening being the vicious milk war waged by Nigel and I at lunch, the goings-on of which consisted of he giving me a carton of milk, me giving it back to him by sticking it in the hood of his sweatshirt and thinking myself very clever, he sticking it into the hood of my shirt, which made me feel very un-clever as I had forgotten that my shirt too had a hood, and me eventually just making Angie take it. I basically recounted that anecdote to use the term "vicious milk war", but yunno.
I came home and the phone was ringing off the hook for some unknown reason. Everybody was calling us. People about drama club, telemarketers, the parents of my sisters' friends, and even a handful of people who wished to speak to mee! I had a long and very amusing conversation with Chris, and then Sarah and Hannah called me from yet another noisy, anonymous place. My vote goes to bustling Vietnamese port where scores upon scores of illegal activities are being carried out in broad daylight. Sarah might disown me though, alas, for even after an estimated 9 years of acquaintance I was unable to recognize her voice on the phone and referred to her as Kristine. Cell phone static and high voice. Sorry.
I am wasting so much computer time, but I can't face the thought of returning to whatever the hell it is that I have to do tonight. So I'll list some of today's revelations.
- I really, really need to get serious about losing some goddamn weight. I'm such a cow. We're talking dangerously near walrus-esc, here. Its absolutely disgusting; I must fix it.
- There is no reason to hate Green Day. I've just gotten into such the habit of making retching noises whenever someone says the name, but today at lunch Vicky actually asked me why I hate them so much. And I thought. And I thought. And I thought some more. I know there was a reason, once, but it seems to have self-destructed or something. Therefore, I hereby release my vendetta against Green Day once and for all.
- If I spent all the time I spend on the computer doing something else, I would probably either produce something amazing or just die of boredom.
- I have all these people on my buddylist that I never talk to. I have 152 people listed under "Pagan Babies" on my buddylist, and the at the very most I talk to 10 on a regular basis. Maybe.
- I am obsessed with checking AIM profiles. It needs to stop.
- There is no reality. Does anybody remember the highly detailed theory I wrote out by hand on individual sheets of paper and taped pennies to in the 7th grade, wittily claiming "A Penny For My Thoughts"? I stayed up till 5 o clock in the morning doing those, and nobody cared. Honestly, I thought it was a valid idea. But whatever.
- My creative writing thing is going down the shitter. Write a romance story on books everyone's familiar with. Is that not the most blaringly obvious plea for slash you've ever heard in your life?! But nobody knows M&C! It's so upsetting! I need to think up something, quick.
- I miss Dominic. I haven't seen him (my cousin, the one who goes to University of Rochester) in like 2 years. According to Nina he's getting to be kind of an asshole and has a girlfriend she refers to as Encyclopedia Brittanica because she's so boring. Still, I love him and all, and it would kick ass to see him again.
- I love Natalie Merchant. Hot damn, she's so good. Its true, she does tend to put a lead weight on one's heart, but whatever. I love her voice.
- Romeo's an emo boy. Yeah, I'm sorry, but besides that one heart-wrenching line ("It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night, as rich as a jewel in an Ethiop's ear..) he's just kind of whiney. I remember being a little annoyed the first time I read it, but this time its really just so obvious its funny. But it gets better, and I bet I'll still get all sad at the end when they die.
- Footnotes are the shit. As much as I liked it the first time around, R&J is a million times better this time. Why? Footnotes. My edition in 7th grade didn't have footnotes, so I didn't always catch the dirty references. This time, however, I am able to see it as its incredibly explicit self, as well as get some other Elizabethan slang cleared for me. Huzzah.
- I bet a lot of people are really irritated with me, and I'm too silly to realize it. Seriously. I'm putting my bets on the idea that if, faced with, perhaps, a bit of truth serum, at least half of my friends would confess to kind of despising me. I just don't know which ones, because I'm a moron and am totally oblivious to human signals. Keep that in mind, now. If you don't like me, you have to tell me, because like a dumb puppy I will continue to plague me with your presence until you either tell me to stop or throw something for me to go fetch.
- God, I love Sharpies. They're so useful. And I'm not talking about huffing them, either, I'm talking about the fact that they write on EVERYTHING. Everyone should carry them around. They'll probably come in handy more than your house keys most of the time. Mm-hmm.
- I'm done now. Sorry about that. I'll work on not updating so obnoxiously frequently, I swear.