Here's Something I've Found:
Running up the stairs with your pants unzipped will cause them to fall down around your ankles. It's embarrassing even if there's no one there to see. And the circumstances that allowed me to find this out was I went to change my pants in the bathroom downstairs, and then I realized that my other pants were not where I had left them (on the bathroom floor; yes, I'm a slob) so I quickly went to run upstairs and get them. Bad idea. So yeah, that's my story for the day.
In other news, I had to spend over an hour waiting in the waiting room for my second doctor's appointment today. Yeah. I was annoyed especially because it was a follow up appointment. More of an "are you ok, do you think you need meds?" appointment. It lasted less than 15 minutes. Grrr... I was also additionally disappointed today because I was going to buy a Squee book at Border's and they were out of stock. Dave's now ordering it for me from the net. It's disappointing because I have to wait until sometime next week instead of the instant gratification that is buying from a store. Damnit. I want my messed up comics! Damnit! And I was also thinking about buying a Johnny the Homicidal Maniac one too, depending on how good it looked. So now I must wait. And wait. And wait some more. Jeez, I have to quit typing so fast, I'm getting carpel tunnel. And I still can't spell--even with my onsetting carpel-whatsit. JEEZ! GOSH!
Hmmm... I'm one messed up individual. But--Contrary to my beliefs, I'm not lazy. Which is funny because I could have sworn I was. So yeah. Why can't my life be everything I want it to be? Because it's impossible to have everything you want. Unless you can afford everything in the world and are a superficial idiot. I'm a superficial idiot, why can't I have everything I desire? *pouts* Why am I turning into my mother? I find myself saying things like "I'm not buying that--it's too expensive." And other such annoying close-minded things that come out of her mouth. And you know it's bad when your boyfriend tells you you sound like your mother. I mean, even if I just said, "Oh God I sound like my mother." And he says, "Well a little bit, yeah." It still sucks because I DO sound like my mother! I don't want to be her. She drives everyone around her friggin crazy! I don't want people to hate me. I shouldn't have kids. I should stop this right now, stop the cycle of crazed women torturing the earth. I shalt not procreate. Haha. That'll happen.
So anyway, I had been feeling a bit talkative. Yes, yes. But now I think I'm gonna be okay. Two 20-ouncers of soda con caffeine'll do that to a person. So now I'm off to bed, to contemplate what to wear tomorrow. It's quite tempting to go all black and goth/punk, but people look at me funny when I do that--people who normally treat me like a human being. I'm not sure I wanna lose that treated-like-a-human-being thing by making them think things about me. It's not necessarily a good idea to let the person inside out. Cuz that person's a nut. Like, not a funny nut either...more of an armed-and-dangerous nut. *sings DODODO at the top of her lungs* Ok, so I didn't actually, I'm too tired. I liked Kristen's title of her last entry: Make The Stabby Knives Stop. I thought it quite clever. Anyway, I'm off to lay and bed and read Harry Potter some more since I don't have my Squee. (Thanks Brett for the suggestion.) Adieu.
In other news, I had to spend over an hour waiting in the waiting room for my second doctor's appointment today. Yeah. I was annoyed especially because it was a follow up appointment. More of an "are you ok, do you think you need meds?" appointment. It lasted less than 15 minutes. Grrr... I was also additionally disappointed today because I was going to buy a Squee book at Border's and they were out of stock. Dave's now ordering it for me from the net. It's disappointing because I have to wait until sometime next week instead of the instant gratification that is buying from a store. Damnit. I want my messed up comics! Damnit! And I was also thinking about buying a Johnny the Homicidal Maniac one too, depending on how good it looked. So now I must wait. And wait. And wait some more. Jeez, I have to quit typing so fast, I'm getting carpel tunnel. And I still can't spell--even with my onsetting carpel-whatsit. JEEZ! GOSH!
Hmmm... I'm one messed up individual. But--Contrary to my beliefs, I'm not lazy. Which is funny because I could have sworn I was. So yeah. Why can't my life be everything I want it to be? Because it's impossible to have everything you want. Unless you can afford everything in the world and are a superficial idiot. I'm a superficial idiot, why can't I have everything I desire? *pouts* Why am I turning into my mother? I find myself saying things like "I'm not buying that--it's too expensive." And other such annoying close-minded things that come out of her mouth. And you know it's bad when your boyfriend tells you you sound like your mother. I mean, even if I just said, "Oh God I sound like my mother." And he says, "Well a little bit, yeah." It still sucks because I DO sound like my mother! I don't want to be her. She drives everyone around her friggin crazy! I don't want people to hate me. I shouldn't have kids. I should stop this right now, stop the cycle of crazed women torturing the earth. I shalt not procreate. Haha. That'll happen.
So anyway, I had been feeling a bit talkative. Yes, yes. But now I think I'm gonna be okay. Two 20-ouncers of soda con caffeine'll do that to a person. So now I'm off to bed, to contemplate what to wear tomorrow. It's quite tempting to go all black and goth/punk, but people look at me funny when I do that--people who normally treat me like a human being. I'm not sure I wanna lose that treated-like-a-human-being thing by making them think things about me. It's not necessarily a good idea to let the person inside out. Cuz that person's a nut. Like, not a funny nut either...more of an armed-and-dangerous nut. *sings DODODO at the top of her lungs* Ok, so I didn't actually, I'm too tired. I liked Kristen's title of her last entry: Make The Stabby Knives Stop. I thought it quite clever. Anyway, I'm off to lay and bed and read Harry Potter some more since I don't have my Squee. (Thanks Brett for the suggestion.) Adieu.