blue-da-ba-di-da?
this weekend seemed to be really mother-daughtery.
friday, my mom and i had a really heartfelt talk about religion, and i think, in some sorta, strange way, she understands me, and understands what i think and feel.
saturday, my mom and i didn't do anything, but nonetheless, it was still a pretty good day...i met up with a couple of old friends, he got to show me his totally radical mesa boogie, and we watched Ozzfest on DVD and it was totally awesome....i want the Slipknot DVD....i watched a small part, but i had to leave, but now i really want it. then me and a few more friends spent the entire night trying to dye my hair blue with kool-aid
bad....it was the most traumatizing things ever....i looked dumb, for one, and then i thought it was a good idea to hop in the shower to rinse off the crap, but it was bad, i looked at my hands and it looked really bad, and then....my face turned blue, and i looked like a smurf, so i scrubbed my face and my hands until they hurt from getting raw....my scalp turned blue, but not my hair.
sunday, my mom spent the morning trying to tell me how beautiful i was, but that i have this standoff-ish lingo, or something....she said that she thinks that i give the vibe that i don't want to have anything to do with anybody, because i've been hurt to much, and i was surprised how much she knew about me....then she gave me blue-highlights, and my hair is totally hip....then she took me to Kohl's and she had me try on this blue skirt with this blue tank, and it looked absolutely cute...i really liked it, and then she bought me some earings, and a bracelt, and some sandals (they're cute), and some underwear, and some bras, and some pajamas....and it was fun....then we went ot Blockbuster and rented crash...and her and i and my dad watched it and cried.
it was a really good weekend.....oh yeah.
who wants to go to San Antonio with me?
friday, my mom and i had a really heartfelt talk about religion, and i think, in some sorta, strange way, she understands me, and understands what i think and feel.
saturday, my mom and i didn't do anything, but nonetheless, it was still a pretty good day...i met up with a couple of old friends, he got to show me his totally radical mesa boogie, and we watched Ozzfest on DVD and it was totally awesome....i want the Slipknot DVD....i watched a small part, but i had to leave, but now i really want it. then me and a few more friends spent the entire night trying to dye my hair blue with kool-aid
bad....it was the most traumatizing things ever....i looked dumb, for one, and then i thought it was a good idea to hop in the shower to rinse off the crap, but it was bad, i looked at my hands and it looked really bad, and then....my face turned blue, and i looked like a smurf, so i scrubbed my face and my hands until they hurt from getting raw....my scalp turned blue, but not my hair.
sunday, my mom spent the morning trying to tell me how beautiful i was, but that i have this standoff-ish lingo, or something....she said that she thinks that i give the vibe that i don't want to have anything to do with anybody, because i've been hurt to much, and i was surprised how much she knew about me....then she gave me blue-highlights, and my hair is totally hip....then she took me to Kohl's and she had me try on this blue skirt with this blue tank, and it looked absolutely cute...i really liked it, and then she bought me some earings, and a bracelt, and some sandals (they're cute), and some underwear, and some bras, and some pajamas....and it was fun....then we went ot Blockbuster and rented crash...and her and i and my dad watched it and cried.
it was a really good weekend.....oh yeah.
who wants to go to San Antonio with me?