control your temper.
hump day.
mr. crawford wasn't in school today, as he told us he wouldn't be, so ¾ of my day was substituted. in ams we watched amadeus, but i didn't come in until 9 anyway. i ate some of jacki's birthday cake from yesterday. it had so much icing on it that it might've made me sick, but the cheesecake filling was good. in choir we watched my fair lady. well, everyone else watched my fair lady, but kevin, caroline, and i talked. and i attempted to think about what to submit to the school's lit mag. two of the things i had raechel look at wouldn't have been accepted. one was too sexual, the other was 'suicidal'. whatever. i like 'em both.
mom's been a bitch for days now. i bet it's 'cos keith's been gone since sunday. i thought a clean house would improve her outlook, but no, oh no, she's even bitchier. who would've thought that possible? and we reduced clutter, so what's she do? she brings the clutter back 'cos she needs to 'look through it.' ten bucks says our house is a mess again in two weeks.
tomorrow is thursday. shopping with jon. friday: i dunno. saturday: maybe a day for ashley. broadway actually just called to see if i was gonna be there. (his band's playing at 3:30.) maybe i'll make em go with me. *drags the boys along too* and sunday'll be goodwill with the squad, i think.
but right now is wednesday.
(yeah, so it's the same journal as dA? so what? eat me. i'm writing more.)
there's half of a sheetz turkey sub waiting for me in the fridge.
i was reading a book about serial killers in the car on the way home today. mary bell was a british little girl serial killer. she was 10 when she killed this little boy martin brown. she left a note saying:
we did murder Martain[sic] brown Fuck of[sic] you Bastard
she's hella interesting. in the book it blames her fucked-up-ed-ness on her mom, 'cos her mom was a prostitute and held mary down while men sexually abused her. *shrugs* she may be my new favourite killer.
i'm talking to james and he's ghetto:
Cole wanted love: 'cause i didn't bring my speakers so i have no music, so if i want music i have to sing it
and i just finished ripping a peter murphy cd. now for a david bowie cd. i'm such a whore.
and i think i'm done for now.