*tips head* Why?
That's my favorite part of the Princess Diaries. Mia is in her kitchen, just after pulling a pore strip off, Michael Moscovitz is standing in front of her, listening to her go on and on about why she picked Josh and not him, and he put that hideous mask over his face, tips his head, and says very quietly: Why? It really just sums up the whole movie.
That's how I feel today. I'm sitting here, floating in a circle of my own instanity, shitty job, crappy classes, no money, didn't pay a bill for the first time in my life, (not because I forgot or something terribly immature, just because I don't have the money. I've never not had the money before - I mean, I've not had money, but someone or some account was always there to bail me out - hitting rock bottom, it's a bitch) and I'm worried sick about David, and confused as hell, and now my mom calls to tell me she's going up to Sayner cause my great-uncle died. I'm going along, she wants moral support. I didn't know my uncle well, but he was my grandmother's brother. My mom's pretty shaken up, she needs a driver and someone to be there, stand next to her and represent the Schnettler Women, the way we once were.
On the upside, I went out with HIM last night. We stayed out late and sat at Perkins, talking and eating and sharing those things that should make us cry but don't. I talked to Jackie and Travis today, and they kept saying that they don't get what I see in HIM. I can't even explain it. He's really not very attractive, with the almost-combover and the old man taste in shoes, his ears stick out and he has very expressive eyebrows. But, he's so . . . . I don't even know. He makes me all warm and . . . well, you know. The way he talks and the things he says and he has the most wonderful arms and his hands are big and he's so . . . . you know. I want to know what it feels like to wake up next to him. For now, I'll have to settle with hearing his voice.
Until next time,
lisi
That's how I feel today. I'm sitting here, floating in a circle of my own instanity, shitty job, crappy classes, no money, didn't pay a bill for the first time in my life, (not because I forgot or something terribly immature, just because I don't have the money. I've never not had the money before - I mean, I've not had money, but someone or some account was always there to bail me out - hitting rock bottom, it's a bitch) and I'm worried sick about David, and confused as hell, and now my mom calls to tell me she's going up to Sayner cause my great-uncle died. I'm going along, she wants moral support. I didn't know my uncle well, but he was my grandmother's brother. My mom's pretty shaken up, she needs a driver and someone to be there, stand next to her and represent the Schnettler Women, the way we once were.
On the upside, I went out with HIM last night. We stayed out late and sat at Perkins, talking and eating and sharing those things that should make us cry but don't. I talked to Jackie and Travis today, and they kept saying that they don't get what I see in HIM. I can't even explain it. He's really not very attractive, with the almost-combover and the old man taste in shoes, his ears stick out and he has very expressive eyebrows. But, he's so . . . . I don't even know. He makes me all warm and . . . well, you know. The way he talks and the things he says and he has the most wonderful arms and his hands are big and he's so . . . . you know. I want to know what it feels like to wake up next to him. For now, I'll have to settle with hearing his voice.
Until next time,
lisi