I've squandered my resistance for a pocketful of mumbles
I am going to be emo and whiney now, so fuck off if you don't like it (I don't mean that, I love you all).
UUURRRGGHH. I'm upset, and this is why. I really like tapioca pudding, and I made a bunch 2 days ago. I finished it, let it cool, then my dad came & ate some and threw the rest away. Grr.
So then I start a new double-batch of the good stuff; pearl tapioca that takes like a day to make with the hours of soaking and boiling and such. Cooked, cooled, was going to have some after dinner.... just went up to find it and it's been eaten. All of it. By my dad. Now I feel sad because I was already a little sad and I wanted happy pudding, and I made my dad sad by being sad so that makes me very sad.
Bad day kinda, aside from the ipod.
Oh yeah, so a friend found an ipod on a bench or a bus stop or something and is giving it to me for $20, which is nice after my four failed ones, although I fucking hate Apple now because of it. It's a green mini, with 'jaz' engraved on the back. I'll need to find some green nail polish.
But the guilt from that largely cancels out the goodness of it.
My mom got very upset when I told her that if I failed math this year, I'd take math-E by correspondence next year. Her argument was that I should keep my options open by taking math 12 (eww) so I can be an electrical engineer or something as thrilling (WHAT?!). I don't want to take math because it is silly and irritating and I have no space for it. My mother thinks I sould drop comp.civ for it. She is mental.
Sooo I need to get more sleep..
Josh: what're you doing?
Me: umm...hold on....just mailing something
Josh: what're you mailing?
Me: HOW DID YOU KNOW I was mailing something?!
Aaaannnnd I just tried to turn my iTunes volume down with my tv remote.
Muurgh. I need a magical 10% in Spanish. (For those of you who don't know me school wise, I am not stupid, just extremely unmotivated and bored, she says, with 48%).
Know what I like? Letters. Notes, even. Little nice simple small things like that that exhibit some amount of effort. Make me happier than bubblebaths, I swear. I love nice things, even if they are very tiny or very quick. Penguins also make me smile lots.
Bloody hell I want pudding. This feels like one of those failed days. Don't call me melodramatic, you're not allowed, it's my journal!
meep. sad face.
love,
-hmj
UUURRRGGHH. I'm upset, and this is why. I really like tapioca pudding, and I made a bunch 2 days ago. I finished it, let it cool, then my dad came & ate some and threw the rest away. Grr.
So then I start a new double-batch of the good stuff; pearl tapioca that takes like a day to make with the hours of soaking and boiling and such. Cooked, cooled, was going to have some after dinner.... just went up to find it and it's been eaten. All of it. By my dad. Now I feel sad because I was already a little sad and I wanted happy pudding, and I made my dad sad by being sad so that makes me very sad.
Bad day kinda, aside from the ipod.
Oh yeah, so a friend found an ipod on a bench or a bus stop or something and is giving it to me for $20, which is nice after my four failed ones, although I fucking hate Apple now because of it. It's a green mini, with 'jaz' engraved on the back. I'll need to find some green nail polish.
But the guilt from that largely cancels out the goodness of it.
My mom got very upset when I told her that if I failed math this year, I'd take math-E by correspondence next year. Her argument was that I should keep my options open by taking math 12 (eww) so I can be an electrical engineer or something as thrilling (WHAT?!). I don't want to take math because it is silly and irritating and I have no space for it. My mother thinks I sould drop comp.civ for it. She is mental.
Sooo I need to get more sleep..
Josh: what're you doing?
Me: umm...hold on....just mailing something
Josh: what're you mailing?
Me: HOW DID YOU KNOW I was mailing something?!
Aaaannnnd I just tried to turn my iTunes volume down with my tv remote.
Muurgh. I need a magical 10% in Spanish. (For those of you who don't know me school wise, I am not stupid, just extremely unmotivated and bored, she says, with 48%).
Know what I like? Letters. Notes, even. Little nice simple small things like that that exhibit some amount of effort. Make me happier than bubblebaths, I swear. I love nice things, even if they are very tiny or very quick. Penguins also make me smile lots.
Bloody hell I want pudding. This feels like one of those failed days. Don't call me melodramatic, you're not allowed, it's my journal!
meep. sad face.
love,
-hmj