Every step he took was a step up, except of course this last one
ugh. day.
i. INJURY
First off, my left wrist is extremely fucked. I woke up the other day and it hurt like a bitch and it hasn't gone away yet. I feel as though I sprained it in my sleep.
ii. SLEEPING
I slept until 5:30pm yesterday, so my original plan was to just not sleep last night before school. I ended up taking a "nap" of sorts, with a fucked up series of dreams involving Sarah Palin/Tina Fey (I don't even know the difference anymore) watching herself on television, professors who were extraordinarily concerned with my shoes, iwant_sprinkles and the New York skyline, cold pizza and running and bridges and a Truman Show-esque finish, at which point it all turned lucid, I hugged said bridge, and then work up.
iii. RADIO // DUCHOVNY // POLITICS
On the radio this morning - and see, I hate the radio because DJs annoy the shit out of me. Just play music please. I turned it on and heard them mention Tea Leoni. So I of course leave it on. And, um, is it true that David offered to help get people SAG cards in exchange for sex? That's low, but seriously, if I got a SAG card AND a Duchovs shag in the same day? Not a bad day at the office, I must say. I can has job, plz?
I flipped to a station called Jack FM, which is THE single most badass station here because there are NO DJs WHATSOEVER. And they play all my fave songs, esp 80's music. So today, their commercial says, "Election 2008 - vote for Jack FM." And I lol'd but then it was really sad because I'd seriously vote for this radio station before I'd vote for the McCain/Palin ticket. Because at least Jack plays badass songs and not "Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran." Jack doesn't even play Barbara Ann, thank god.
iv. LISA // THE LES GIRLS INCIDENT
I pulled into my parking spot and looked down at my knee. "What IS this copper-colored shit on my jeans?!" I asked myself in confusion. YEAH, it's La MaMa paint. These are my La MaMa jeans and I totally didn't even notice. I hang my jeans up in my closet and today I picked out a pair based on the color of the stitching of the pockets so I didn't even look at them as a whole before I put them on. I was happy at first, until I realized I'm really sad/hurt at Lisa right now for not being at Les Girls when my fellow fans, not to mention extremely good friends flew all the way out there and dropped a shit ton of money to see her. So, idek really, I'm really confused and upset at her/that situation right now and idfk. Just thought I'd address it since people are asking me about it anyway.
v. FILM // PAUL NEWMAN
We started The Hudsucker Proxy in film today. HELLO, LOVE IT. I strongly rec that shit if you have not seen it. It is hilarious, and it's a very quirky study in karma. And Paul Newman is in it. ♥ Our teacher chose this one because he said he was a very sentimental person. And he used to work for a theater company in Texas, and they wanted to put on a play but it was so controversial that there were a shit ton of protests and the community pulled out all of their funding. He said it got a decent amount of attention in the media, and Paul Newman heard about it, personally called the office, and asked how much money they'd lost when everyone pulled out their investments. He covered the whole thing - wrote them a check that day.
vi. BOY // STARTING OFF ON THE WRONG, LYING FOOT PROBS
I accidentally lied to a really hot guy today. You may (or may not) remember the time I was on skype in the cafeteria and this guy came up to me and asked what I was doing or if I was talking to myself. I assured him that I was on the "phone", and gave him one of my earphones as we both listened to Gemma talk, thereby proving my sanity. WELL. He comes into class today, and sits right next to me. And the kid is gorgeous and he's got some of the most beautiful lips I've ever seen on a man. HE MAKES A COMMENT ABOUT MY COMPUTER, and playfully hits my bag, saying it's big or something. Whatevs. THEN, HE ASKED ME WHO I WAS TALKING TO. "Oh, my friend in England", I say, not thinking. I'd always planned to say "my cousin" if anyone asked after hearing her accent, because then there are no follow-up questions. But no. Liss is caught off guard and mentions her FRIEND in England. "Oh, are you from England?" he says. "Oh, no, lol." I answer. "OH, so you've been to England then! (as if it is the ONLY OTHER POSSIBLE OPTION that I'd know someone in a foreign country)" .... yes. LOL FUCK FUCK FUCK. He asked how long I was there for. "A couple of weeks! My grandma's best friend is there so we visited." He could probably tell I was a liar. IDEK. Fuck. He said his brother's going to England to visit his friend at Oxford. I teased him, "So you don't have any ~smart friends~ you can go visit?" He told me he had a lot of smart friends. "GENIUS friends." The girl next to him started laughing. "She's laughing at me because I actually have a lot of dumbass friends." LOL. And then we talked about gross things like kneecaps. We meditated and did ~breathing and tension exercises~ in that class, seeing as it's Stress Management, and I had issues because hello, really hot kid right fucking there and we're breathing. Cannot deal with breathing, seriously. And he was wearing maroon sweatpants and GOD GOD HE IS SO FUCKING HOT, SERIOUSLY.
→ And now I have fuck all to do for two hours and I just want to sleep but OH, wait, my bed is NOT HERE AT SCHOOL. Boredom + sleep deprivation = anger and irritability.
EDIT: *SCREAMS* I AM SITTING AT A TABLE TYPING THIS AND HE JUST CAME AND POUNDED ON IT TO SAY HI. IT KIND OF SCARED ME FROM A PHYSICAL STANDPOINT BUT ALSO FROM A PSYCHOLOGICAL ONE BECAUSE I HAD JUST WRITTEN ABOUT HOW I THOUGHT ABOUT FUCKING HIM DURING ~RELAXATION~ TIEMS. SO BUSTED. I FELT SO BUSTED EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T EVEN READ THIS.
i. INJURY
First off, my left wrist is extremely fucked. I woke up the other day and it hurt like a bitch and it hasn't gone away yet. I feel as though I sprained it in my sleep.
ii. SLEEPING
I slept until 5:30pm yesterday, so my original plan was to just not sleep last night before school. I ended up taking a "nap" of sorts, with a fucked up series of dreams involving Sarah Palin/Tina Fey (I don't even know the difference anymore) watching herself on television, professors who were extraordinarily concerned with my shoes, iwant_sprinkles and the New York skyline, cold pizza and running and bridges and a Truman Show-esque finish, at which point it all turned lucid, I hugged said bridge, and then work up.
iii. RADIO // DUCHOVNY // POLITICS
On the radio this morning - and see, I hate the radio because DJs annoy the shit out of me. Just play music please. I turned it on and heard them mention Tea Leoni. So I of course leave it on. And, um, is it true that David offered to help get people SAG cards in exchange for sex? That's low, but seriously, if I got a SAG card AND a Duchovs shag in the same day? Not a bad day at the office, I must say. I can has job, plz?
I flipped to a station called Jack FM, which is THE single most badass station here because there are NO DJs WHATSOEVER. And they play all my fave songs, esp 80's music. So today, their commercial says, "Election 2008 - vote for Jack FM." And I lol'd but then it was really sad because I'd seriously vote for this radio station before I'd vote for the McCain/Palin ticket. Because at least Jack plays badass songs and not "Bomb bomb bomb, bomb bomb Iran." Jack doesn't even play Barbara Ann, thank god.
iv. LISA // THE LES GIRLS INCIDENT
I pulled into my parking spot and looked down at my knee. "What IS this copper-colored shit on my jeans?!" I asked myself in confusion. YEAH, it's La MaMa paint. These are my La MaMa jeans and I totally didn't even notice. I hang my jeans up in my closet and today I picked out a pair based on the color of the stitching of the pockets so I didn't even look at them as a whole before I put them on. I was happy at first, until I realized I'm really sad/hurt at Lisa right now for not being at Les Girls when my fellow fans, not to mention extremely good friends flew all the way out there and dropped a shit ton of money to see her. So, idek really, I'm really confused and upset at her/that situation right now and idfk. Just thought I'd address it since people are asking me about it anyway.
v. FILM // PAUL NEWMAN
We started The Hudsucker Proxy in film today. HELLO, LOVE IT. I strongly rec that shit if you have not seen it. It is hilarious, and it's a very quirky study in karma. And Paul Newman is in it. ♥ Our teacher chose this one because he said he was a very sentimental person. And he used to work for a theater company in Texas, and they wanted to put on a play but it was so controversial that there were a shit ton of protests and the community pulled out all of their funding. He said it got a decent amount of attention in the media, and Paul Newman heard about it, personally called the office, and asked how much money they'd lost when everyone pulled out their investments. He covered the whole thing - wrote them a check that day.
vi. BOY // STARTING OFF ON THE WRONG, LYING FOOT PROBS
I accidentally lied to a really hot guy today. You may (or may not) remember the time I was on skype in the cafeteria and this guy came up to me and asked what I was doing or if I was talking to myself. I assured him that I was on the "phone", and gave him one of my earphones as we both listened to Gemma talk, thereby proving my sanity. WELL. He comes into class today, and sits right next to me. And the kid is gorgeous and he's got some of the most beautiful lips I've ever seen on a man. HE MAKES A COMMENT ABOUT MY COMPUTER, and playfully hits my bag, saying it's big or something. Whatevs. THEN, HE ASKED ME WHO I WAS TALKING TO. "Oh, my friend in England", I say, not thinking. I'd always planned to say "my cousin" if anyone asked after hearing her accent, because then there are no follow-up questions. But no. Liss is caught off guard and mentions her FRIEND in England. "Oh, are you from England?" he says. "Oh, no, lol." I answer. "OH, so you've been to England then! (as if it is the ONLY OTHER POSSIBLE OPTION that I'd know someone in a foreign country)" .... yes. LOL FUCK FUCK FUCK. He asked how long I was there for. "A couple of weeks! My grandma's best friend is there so we visited." He could probably tell I was a liar. IDEK. Fuck. He said his brother's going to England to visit his friend at Oxford. I teased him, "So you don't have any ~smart friends~ you can go visit?" He told me he had a lot of smart friends. "GENIUS friends." The girl next to him started laughing. "She's laughing at me because I actually have a lot of dumbass friends." LOL. And then we talked about gross things like kneecaps. We meditated and did ~breathing and tension exercises~ in that class, seeing as it's Stress Management, and I had issues because hello, really hot kid right fucking there and we're breathing. Cannot deal with breathing, seriously. And he was wearing maroon sweatpants and GOD GOD HE IS SO FUCKING HOT, SERIOUSLY.
→ And now I have fuck all to do for two hours and I just want to sleep but OH, wait, my bed is NOT HERE AT SCHOOL. Boredom + sleep deprivation = anger and irritability.
EDIT: *SCREAMS* I AM SITTING AT A TABLE TYPING THIS AND HE JUST CAME AND POUNDED ON IT TO SAY HI. IT KIND OF SCARED ME FROM A PHYSICAL STANDPOINT BUT ALSO FROM A PSYCHOLOGICAL ONE BECAUSE I HAD JUST WRITTEN ABOUT HOW I THOUGHT ABOUT FUCKING HIM DURING ~RELAXATION~ TIEMS. SO BUSTED. I FELT SO BUSTED EVEN THOUGH HE DIDN'T EVEN READ THIS.