My brain is so screwed up.
Turns out I'm back to the feelings of yesterday evening. Moroseness into melancholy and tears. And maybe tonight I have a reason.
Y'know, despite the EPIC shopping I just did, which, despite the world's inability to provide dresses/skirts for me (RRAR!), was fun. I mean, dwelling on the fun for a moment, I now have a pair of black footless tights, purple tights, a little black dress, a greeny blue shrug and a brown skirt (the latter of which proved the theory of YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND THINGS IN THE LAST PLACE YOU LOOK. In this case, a charity shop :)). Oh, and the Crowded House CD for £2, which as it's AWESOME, was amazing.
Went to collect my mail after all this (and the EPIC housemate meal at Pizza Hut this lunchtime, which was fun as), and was SHOCKED to see no less than 3 parcels and a letter. Two of the parcels were my awesome Edward Monkton stuff, which is funky. The letter was a disc of Disney movies from my Awesome Aunt. The last?
The awaited box from my dad.
Who inclosed a bundle of useless items - a broken hairbrush, a nail file, some random jewellry I don't particularly like that must've got lost, etc. Plus. His present for me from America.
It's a belt. And when I say a belt, I mean, a Nice Belt. Expensive-looking. Leather. Sure enough, the price underneath says 49.99. Which, despite being in dollars, is still approximate to £35. I mean. WHO SPENDS £35 ON A BELT.
He'd have been better off sending me the money.
But it is a nice belt. Pearlescent thingies in it. A big metal buckle. It's quality.
I feel so immature, but why can't the guy just leave me alone? I don't know whether I like it or not. I don't know whether I'll use it or not. But, stupidly enough, he's had a habit of giving me things I like. Like my purple scarf. My chunky metal jewellry (which rarely gets worn I must admit). But then he also gets me stupid things I don't like and he's mean and stupid and gah. GAH.
I don't know what to do with it.
ARRRRRRRRRRRGH.
On a side note, I really need to tidy up in here. And I need to start my English presentation work. And write some poetry. And watch a gangster film (I've got to try and do a gangster accent for my production o.O).
So I can't just sit and mope around. Which sucks. Because I get the feeling anything I do now will be SHIT.
And there is no way I'm passing this shitty mood onto anyone else. Sarah Bee's beau is coming tomorrow :) And Ben and Kate (two of my housemates next year) have finally got together and are really sweet. (Shameful Heather is shameful because Ben is so amazingly cute but oh well :D).
I don't know what I want. I'm not sure I want to know what I want. And we never get what we want anyway.
GAH. Nobody reply to this. Seriously. I'm just blathering on. :)
Y'know, despite the EPIC shopping I just did, which, despite the world's inability to provide dresses/skirts for me (RRAR!), was fun. I mean, dwelling on the fun for a moment, I now have a pair of black footless tights, purple tights, a little black dress, a greeny blue shrug and a brown skirt (the latter of which proved the theory of YOU'LL ALWAYS FIND THINGS IN THE LAST PLACE YOU LOOK. In this case, a charity shop :)). Oh, and the Crowded House CD for £2, which as it's AWESOME, was amazing.
Went to collect my mail after all this (and the EPIC housemate meal at Pizza Hut this lunchtime, which was fun as), and was SHOCKED to see no less than 3 parcels and a letter. Two of the parcels were my awesome Edward Monkton stuff, which is funky. The letter was a disc of Disney movies from my Awesome Aunt. The last?
The awaited box from my dad.
Who inclosed a bundle of useless items - a broken hairbrush, a nail file, some random jewellry I don't particularly like that must've got lost, etc. Plus. His present for me from America.
It's a belt. And when I say a belt, I mean, a Nice Belt. Expensive-looking. Leather. Sure enough, the price underneath says 49.99. Which, despite being in dollars, is still approximate to £35. I mean. WHO SPENDS £35 ON A BELT.
He'd have been better off sending me the money.
But it is a nice belt. Pearlescent thingies in it. A big metal buckle. It's quality.
I feel so immature, but why can't the guy just leave me alone? I don't know whether I like it or not. I don't know whether I'll use it or not. But, stupidly enough, he's had a habit of giving me things I like. Like my purple scarf. My chunky metal jewellry (which rarely gets worn I must admit). But then he also gets me stupid things I don't like and he's mean and stupid and gah. GAH.
I don't know what to do with it.
ARRRRRRRRRRRGH.
On a side note, I really need to tidy up in here. And I need to start my English presentation work. And write some poetry. And watch a gangster film (I've got to try and do a gangster accent for my production o.O).
So I can't just sit and mope around. Which sucks. Because I get the feeling anything I do now will be SHIT.
And there is no way I'm passing this shitty mood onto anyone else. Sarah Bee's beau is coming tomorrow :) And Ben and Kate (two of my housemates next year) have finally got together and are really sweet. (Shameful Heather is shameful because Ben is so amazingly cute but oh well :D).
I don't know what I want. I'm not sure I want to know what I want. And we never get what we want anyway.
GAH. Nobody reply to this. Seriously. I'm just blathering on. :)