i hate watermelons.
So.
The almighty sobering watermelon got thrown yesterday, I think... or maybe on Saturday, I don't know. But it sucks. Because I wanted to stay all on a high like I was.
damn you, sobering watermelon.
Aaaaanyway.
I get to go print off all my photos from the DS gig tomorrow. Well, not all of them, because there are like, over 600. And that would cost me a small fortune, which I don't have. Sadly.
And, on Saturday, I went into Civic and bought a book. And a poster. A Marilyn Manson poster, at that. Which was lucky to get through the door. The book, on the other hand, didn't need to like... have a battle waged over it. And I feel all happy and special when I read it because it's set in Sweden. [/lame] Let The Right One In, oh yes. I saw it in Borders and jumped on it. And chose it over Edgar Allen Poe, ehich I don't in the least feel guilty about.
And then my grandma pointed out that they had a map book for Stockholm, at which I said "Wtf, I'm not going there any time soon. Sadly. :("
Personally, I wish I was. I am so sick of this fucking place, oh my god.
In other news, I shouldn't eat peppermints because they make me feel all icky.
And my hair, for once in my life, is perfectly straight. Which took me ages to do. Because I was about to start doing it when I got a phone call that lasted forty minutes.
I think next time I get my hair dyed I'll dye it black. Because my hairdresser insists on using the streaking cap for blonde and I just... can't handle that again. I don't care about my eyebrows or having skunk roots, hokay?
I kinda want to curl up and sleep now, but at the same time I don't.
The almighty sobering watermelon got thrown yesterday, I think... or maybe on Saturday, I don't know. But it sucks. Because I wanted to stay all on a high like I was.
damn you, sobering watermelon.
Aaaaanyway.
I get to go print off all my photos from the DS gig tomorrow. Well, not all of them, because there are like, over 600. And that would cost me a small fortune, which I don't have. Sadly.
And, on Saturday, I went into Civic and bought a book. And a poster. A Marilyn Manson poster, at that. Which was lucky to get through the door. The book, on the other hand, didn't need to like... have a battle waged over it. And I feel all happy and special when I read it because it's set in Sweden. [/lame] Let The Right One In, oh yes. I saw it in Borders and jumped on it. And chose it over Edgar Allen Poe, ehich I don't in the least feel guilty about.
And then my grandma pointed out that they had a map book for Stockholm, at which I said "Wtf, I'm not going there any time soon. Sadly. :("
Personally, I wish I was. I am so sick of this fucking place, oh my god.
In other news, I shouldn't eat peppermints because they make me feel all icky.
And my hair, for once in my life, is perfectly straight. Which took me ages to do. Because I was about to start doing it when I got a phone call that lasted forty minutes.
I think next time I get my hair dyed I'll dye it black. Because my hairdresser insists on using the streaking cap for blonde and I just... can't handle that again. I don't care about my eyebrows or having skunk roots, hokay?
I kinda want to curl up and sleep now, but at the same time I don't.