6:58 are you sure where my spark is?
Holy dust bunnies, Batman, my parents finished cleaning up the basement! It's liveable down there now. Still need a decent foooton mattress, but fuck, whatever. We can throw pillows on it or something if need be. I just wanted it CLEAN. And it is. Mom finally got tired of the metric ton of Shit that we managed to spread out even more every time we tried to 'clean.' Megan DID organize our videos for us very nicely, though. :) And she and Sally both braved the must and dust. Thank you, guys! <3
Okay, good god, I'm tired and weird-feeling and these jeans are squeezing the worm baby. I couldn't sleep til 10, and I had HORRIBLE dreams that involved dry heaving and vomiting a great deal and living in a crackhouse and trying to escape some big evil rapist. I don't really recall waking up except to hit my alarm at 12:30, then Mom was all IT'S 1:45 AND WE HAVE TO GO TO THE DENTIST IN 30 MINUTES WHY ARE YOU NOT UP!? But I got ready in 30 minutes. I -can- get ready very quickly but I don't LIKE to. I feel like hell right now. My back is so sore and I still have to go to the mall to exchange this too-small Bowie shirt for something entirely different. I wish they'd have the Aladdin Sane pin. That's all I want, people!
That and a million other things, because I'm a huge shopping assbitch.
We went to SuperTarget afterwards, surprisingly enough, where we got tons of groceries both in general and in preparation for the Arrival of Chesh. I need to get her some root beer and the disgusting continuous noodle things still. Well, I think they're gross, but they make her happy. I'm not really much for ramen in general these days. *shame finger at self* I picked up (read as: ran across the store right before we checked out) the Franz Ferdinand album, and now I can't get the plastic off it and I hate using scissors trying to open something as mundane as a CD.
I have a small cavity, it turns out. I KNEW it, though. I sensed it. I told the assistant as soon as I sat down, "Just tell me right now that I need fillings, 'cause I know it's coming," and she laughed and said to have a positive outlook. But I was right! I also have... get this ... braces glue on one tooth still. It's in a little ridge that's been there for ages and I've thought it was, like, my tooth separating from the gum. And I wondered WHY IS NO ONE MENTIONING IT??! MY TOOTH COULD BE ROTTING OUT. So I finally worked up the courage to point it out to the dentist. Braces glue. Jesus, how sloppy of my orthodontist.
On TV at the dentist was the World Series Poker Championship, and I've decided it's the weirdest possible world series event ever. A bunch of guys, sitting around a green table, playing cards. For five days straight. WTF? And no, it wasn't the celebrity poker thing, which sounds more interesting.
That's all I have to say, really. I'm going to stare at Laundro and try to open this CD now. Adieu.
J.
Okay, good god, I'm tired and weird-feeling and these jeans are squeezing the worm baby. I couldn't sleep til 10, and I had HORRIBLE dreams that involved dry heaving and vomiting a great deal and living in a crackhouse and trying to escape some big evil rapist. I don't really recall waking up except to hit my alarm at 12:30, then Mom was all IT'S 1:45 AND WE HAVE TO GO TO THE DENTIST IN 30 MINUTES WHY ARE YOU NOT UP!? But I got ready in 30 minutes. I -can- get ready very quickly but I don't LIKE to. I feel like hell right now. My back is so sore and I still have to go to the mall to exchange this too-small Bowie shirt for something entirely different. I wish they'd have the Aladdin Sane pin. That's all I want, people!
That and a million other things, because I'm a huge shopping assbitch.
We went to SuperTarget afterwards, surprisingly enough, where we got tons of groceries both in general and in preparation for the Arrival of Chesh. I need to get her some root beer and the disgusting continuous noodle things still. Well, I think they're gross, but they make her happy. I'm not really much for ramen in general these days. *shame finger at self* I picked up (read as: ran across the store right before we checked out) the Franz Ferdinand album, and now I can't get the plastic off it and I hate using scissors trying to open something as mundane as a CD.
I have a small cavity, it turns out. I KNEW it, though. I sensed it. I told the assistant as soon as I sat down, "Just tell me right now that I need fillings, 'cause I know it's coming," and she laughed and said to have a positive outlook. But I was right! I also have... get this ... braces glue on one tooth still. It's in a little ridge that's been there for ages and I've thought it was, like, my tooth separating from the gum. And I wondered WHY IS NO ONE MENTIONING IT??! MY TOOTH COULD BE ROTTING OUT. So I finally worked up the courage to point it out to the dentist. Braces glue. Jesus, how sloppy of my orthodontist.
On TV at the dentist was the World Series Poker Championship, and I've decided it's the weirdest possible world series event ever. A bunch of guys, sitting around a green table, playing cards. For five days straight. WTF? And no, it wasn't the celebrity poker thing, which sounds more interesting.
That's all I have to say, really. I'm going to stare at Laundro and try to open this CD now. Adieu.
J.