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I have diagnosed myself with Insomnia. Yesh indeed. On average, I get to sleep around 5 every morning. It was later last night. Then I can't wake up until around 2. It's crazt. It has to end. Or I shall kill...something.
Speaking of death. Bought a new carton of OJ today. Just for me. People drank my week's worth in 2 days. Grrr. So I stuck a huge note stating "Drink it and DIE" very clear for all to see and be warned. Kristin comes over. Sees my OJ. I run her off. Few hours later, Kristin drinks my OJ. I beat her with a wiggy and smother her with a pillow. MY OJ!!! I'm gonna start raving soon. Is it so much to ask for one carton of juice?! Apparently it is.
Mums got me a huge Scholarship Bookie today. Went through, checked out a few of them online and realized they're all for the supertalented and Australians. Or Asians. Why am I not a supertalented Asian with a missing leg? Yet another thing my parents did wrong. [sigh] Got more college letters today. Mumsie's making me attend this Red Carpet Day at Miami in Sept. Twas funny- they were like 'very select group of high schools seniors' 'only outstanding seniors invited'. Hardy har har. They send that to everyone. But I am being forced to go. Mums says they'll probably take pity on my if I take Daddy and give me a full scholarship. Yesh, my parents are that embarrassing. Does that have two r's? Anyhow.
Fine Arts Festival tomorrow. It figures: first year I don't have to march the parade, the weather's cool. Last year we were dying and I got major blisters on both feet. I remember it all too well, actually. Planning on buying something nice. Also planning on waking up in time to go. Maybe I just won't sleep at all, then I'm sure to be awake and there by 930. Yesh, sounds like a plan. Maybe I'll walk. Need the exercise. This much is evident.
Sadie just farted. I'm gagging. AIIIR! Turned the fan on. Those are deadly.
Bored. Hungry. Ate a big pickle. Yum. Watched the Olympic Opening Ceremonies. Were cool, specially that statue.
Am frustrated. Can't figure out how to move any farther in Photoshop. Very aggravating. [pout] Have a headache. Gave myself cancer by thinking about it; am working on curing it.
Scared the same old man twice today. Was driving with the windows down. First time: New song comes on, I change station to country, Carly says it was one of those screaming songs I'd changed from. I start screaming my head off and rolling my tongue. Scare old guy. Maybe he thought country sent me into epileptic fits. [shrug] Two hours later (this guy must sit out a lot, like Mr and Mrs Across The Street Who Stare At Us And Creep Me Out) drive by again whilst I am singing, or moaning. Moan-singing I think it was. He must think we're nuts. Carly was cackling. Hmm, am obviously bored and have nothing better to do.
Now it's cold. Must turn fan off. Fart successfully dispersed.
Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
Indeed. I just really like the guitar. Susie's guy friend who is not Nick her boyfriend brought us (translation: other unfortunate folks living in thos house) an amp. Lurvely. Now she's loud and bad-sounding. Happiness. Singing it. Her and Kristin tried again to get me to help with the lyrics. They had what I'd written and didn't know how to put it to the music. I sang a few lines for them with the cd, showing them how to fit it in. Susie laffed: You were off tune. DURRH. Never said I could sing. Point missed entirely.
Yep, bored. Eyes are falling out. Can't remember if I slept with my contacts in. Have been reading Rice by Su Tong. Sehr interessant. Next up: Raise the Red Lantern. Have to get some edumacational books in before school starts (1 week, 2 or 3 days) so I don't have to tell the LA teacher I read fictions with no point all summer, which is currently the case. After Su Tong: The English Patient, which didn't receive the best reviews in book form, but some people should die, so it balances out. If I have time, The Fountainhead, which ties in with an Ayn Rand scholarship opp. Fun. Have to read it someday anyways, so why not?
Speaking of death. Bought a new carton of OJ today. Just for me. People drank my week's worth in 2 days. Grrr. So I stuck a huge note stating "Drink it and DIE" very clear for all to see and be warned. Kristin comes over. Sees my OJ. I run her off. Few hours later, Kristin drinks my OJ. I beat her with a wiggy and smother her with a pillow. MY OJ!!! I'm gonna start raving soon. Is it so much to ask for one carton of juice?! Apparently it is.
Mums got me a huge Scholarship Bookie today. Went through, checked out a few of them online and realized they're all for the supertalented and Australians. Or Asians. Why am I not a supertalented Asian with a missing leg? Yet another thing my parents did wrong. [sigh] Got more college letters today. Mumsie's making me attend this Red Carpet Day at Miami in Sept. Twas funny- they were like 'very select group of high schools seniors' 'only outstanding seniors invited'. Hardy har har. They send that to everyone. But I am being forced to go. Mums says they'll probably take pity on my if I take Daddy and give me a full scholarship. Yesh, my parents are that embarrassing. Does that have two r's? Anyhow.
Fine Arts Festival tomorrow. It figures: first year I don't have to march the parade, the weather's cool. Last year we were dying and I got major blisters on both feet. I remember it all too well, actually. Planning on buying something nice. Also planning on waking up in time to go. Maybe I just won't sleep at all, then I'm sure to be awake and there by 930. Yesh, sounds like a plan. Maybe I'll walk. Need the exercise. This much is evident.
Sadie just farted. I'm gagging. AIIIR! Turned the fan on. Those are deadly.
Bored. Hungry. Ate a big pickle. Yum. Watched the Olympic Opening Ceremonies. Were cool, specially that statue.
Am frustrated. Can't figure out how to move any farther in Photoshop. Very aggravating. [pout] Have a headache. Gave myself cancer by thinking about it; am working on curing it.
Scared the same old man twice today. Was driving with the windows down. First time: New song comes on, I change station to country, Carly says it was one of those screaming songs I'd changed from. I start screaming my head off and rolling my tongue. Scare old guy. Maybe he thought country sent me into epileptic fits. [shrug] Two hours later (this guy must sit out a lot, like Mr and Mrs Across The Street Who Stare At Us And Creep Me Out) drive by again whilst I am singing, or moaning. Moan-singing I think it was. He must think we're nuts. Carly was cackling. Hmm, am obviously bored and have nothing better to do.
Now it's cold. Must turn fan off. Fart successfully dispersed.
Can't get the stink off
He's been hanging round for days
Comes like a comet
Suckered you but not your friends
Indeed. I just really like the guitar. Susie's guy friend who is not Nick her boyfriend brought us (translation: other unfortunate folks living in thos house) an amp. Lurvely. Now she's loud and bad-sounding. Happiness. Singing it. Her and Kristin tried again to get me to help with the lyrics. They had what I'd written and didn't know how to put it to the music. I sang a few lines for them with the cd, showing them how to fit it in. Susie laffed: You were off tune. DURRH. Never said I could sing. Point missed entirely.
Yep, bored. Eyes are falling out. Can't remember if I slept with my contacts in. Have been reading Rice by Su Tong. Sehr interessant. Next up: Raise the Red Lantern. Have to get some edumacational books in before school starts (1 week, 2 or 3 days) so I don't have to tell the LA teacher I read fictions with no point all summer, which is currently the case. After Su Tong: The English Patient, which didn't receive the best reviews in book form, but some people should die, so it balances out. If I have time, The Fountainhead, which ties in with an Ayn Rand scholarship opp. Fun. Have to read it someday anyways, so why not?