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so my pms kicked in like mess today. its ok, you can say how gross i am. its my journal and i dont care. i was pissy all day. didnt do a damn thing but do about 60 squats to tighten up my thighs and ass. i'm ok with everything else, but that's gonna need some work. then jeff called, what i was hoping would be the bright spot in my day of uneventfulness and bitchy sister at my mom's was really quite the opposite. all of a sudden i was just bitchy and didnt even want to talk. then i felt bad while he was at the show so i wanted him to come over and i went back to being in a bad mood. i'm blaming it on the fact i didnt do anything productive at all today, which does bother me, and i'm tired, for whatever reason.
so tomorrow had better go better. it probably will. get up at a decent hour (i can't sleep past 10;15 anymore), fit jeff for new glasses (super excited), come home, help dad with the gas tank, go have lunch with josh and perhaps april?, find something to get into later i know.
mom was being controlling again. very annoyng. hinted that she wants me to spend the nite. i said i have errands to run on the weekend and friends to meet with (psha, yeah right) and i didnt want to do a lot of driving. besides, when i get my own place im not going to be staying a nite with her once in a while. yeah right.
i'm tired. i'm going to bed.
i watched the last half of "shall we dance" which was pretty good, despite what my inital feelings were of hearing what it was about and who was in it. but i totally fell in love with this song. the singer is probably why. g'nite all.
Artist: Peter Gabriel
Song: Book Of Love
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings
so tomorrow had better go better. it probably will. get up at a decent hour (i can't sleep past 10;15 anymore), fit jeff for new glasses (super excited), come home, help dad with the gas tank, go have lunch with josh and perhaps april?, find something to get into later i know.
mom was being controlling again. very annoyng. hinted that she wants me to spend the nite. i said i have errands to run on the weekend and friends to meet with (psha, yeah right) and i didnt want to do a lot of driving. besides, when i get my own place im not going to be staying a nite with her once in a while. yeah right.
i'm tired. i'm going to bed.
i watched the last half of "shall we dance" which was pretty good, despite what my inital feelings were of hearing what it was about and who was in it. but i totally fell in love with this song. the singer is probably why. g'nite all.
Artist: Peter Gabriel
Song: Book Of Love
The book of love is long and boring
No one can lift the damn thing
It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing
But I
I love it when you read to me
And you
You can read me anything
The book of love has music in it
In fact that's where music comes from
Some of it is just transcendental
Some of it is just really dumb
But I
I love it when you sing to me
And you
You can sing me anything
The book of love is long and boring
And written very long ago
It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes
And things we're all too young to know
But I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
And I
I love it when you give me things
And you
You ought to give me wedding rings
You ought to give me wedding rings