Bahahahaha
It's not even my birthday, and I get two handbags (TWO!) that can fit Sabriel in them (okay, so one fits Sabriel and my phone and not much else), and new karaoke stuff! YAY! I can now horrify everyone singing Beautiful Soul - Jesse McCartney, Incomplete - Backstreet Boys, Boulevard of Broken Dreams - Green Day, Since U Been Gone - Kelly Clarkson, Genie in a Bottle - Christina Aguilera, Roam - the B-52s... =D
Still locked out of phone. Going to Lambton Quay Vodafone tomorrow arvo to tell them my sob story in the hopes that they'll fix it (as I don't like ringing support randoms). Moral support is encouraged.
Went to Wadestown Church this morning for Rangers, and Jaime and I were the ONLY RANGERS THERE. We felt tall. Next to all the sweet darling Guides and Brownies that is. They made a cake in the church. :S Like, as part of the homily. It wasn't like any other mass I've been to. I kept wondering what was going on and why x wasn't happening. I had never felt so bloody Roman Catholic in my life. But afterwards I got to help plant a plant (the Scouts planted theirs better T_T) and do color party, which I haven't done (the color party that is) for YONKS.
Raeann (the sister figure)'s birthday party (at Chipmunks) was frightfully boring and lonely. I was locked out of my phone, I wasn't allowed to borrow Mum's SIM card to freetxt people, I wasn't allowed to take a friend along, go see the ship being blown up, or put pink flamingos on people's lawns/doorsteps, and I couldn't take the laptop along. Ruby (some girl in my year who I think either doesn't like me or is apathetic about me), Raeann's friend's sister, took a friend along and I was just sitting there thinking [I wish I knew who you were.] I spent the whole time sitting at the table reading Sabriel and listening to music on the Palm Pilot and bemoaning my lack of decent headphones (they just don't like me. the Sony ones went missing, I slept on the Phillips ones and stuffed them up AND they went missing, the $2 Shop ones are dying), until like 3:30PM when I went to Dressmart and looked at clothes and accessories, none of which I could buy because I had no money and Dad refused to buy me a purple skirt (WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR ON HOUSE DAY THEN? MORE BITS OF PURPLE FABRIC??) or cuffs and Mum refused to buy me a Pagani frock with a munted zip or cuffs or jewellery, but hey, I got handbags damnit!
Usually the weekends are, like, my social time in my antisocial way, but today I couldn't txt anyone all day and had no Internet at Tita Dedit's and whenever I was online, no one I really wanted to talk to (not to say that I don't like talking to other people as well) was online. For a minute there I let that all get to me and I got really upset with a pair of boppers for making possibly the most idiotic thread on the Internet (and promptly someone somewhere goes and makes something stupider) and I've been sitting here thinking [but I'M right goddamn!] and wondering why they won't listen to me.
I think today was one of those reminders that hey, I am human.
I want the dream back.
actually, I want it to come true.
from rhaaaaaaapsody to cataaaastroooopheeee agaIN
Still locked out of phone. Going to Lambton Quay Vodafone tomorrow arvo to tell them my sob story in the hopes that they'll fix it (as I don't like ringing support randoms). Moral support is encouraged.
Went to Wadestown Church this morning for Rangers, and Jaime and I were the ONLY RANGERS THERE. We felt tall. Next to all the sweet darling Guides and Brownies that is. They made a cake in the church. :S Like, as part of the homily. It wasn't like any other mass I've been to. I kept wondering what was going on and why x wasn't happening. I had never felt so bloody Roman Catholic in my life. But afterwards I got to help plant a plant (the Scouts planted theirs better T_T) and do color party, which I haven't done (the color party that is) for YONKS.
Raeann (the sister figure)'s birthday party (at Chipmunks) was frightfully boring and lonely. I was locked out of my phone, I wasn't allowed to borrow Mum's SIM card to freetxt people, I wasn't allowed to take a friend along, go see the ship being blown up, or put pink flamingos on people's lawns/doorsteps, and I couldn't take the laptop along. Ruby (some girl in my year who I think either doesn't like me or is apathetic about me), Raeann's friend's sister, took a friend along and I was just sitting there thinking [I wish I knew who you were.] I spent the whole time sitting at the table reading Sabriel and listening to music on the Palm Pilot and bemoaning my lack of decent headphones (they just don't like me. the Sony ones went missing, I slept on the Phillips ones and stuffed them up AND they went missing, the $2 Shop ones are dying), until like 3:30PM when I went to Dressmart and looked at clothes and accessories, none of which I could buy because I had no money and Dad refused to buy me a purple skirt (WTF AM I SUPPOSED TO WEAR ON HOUSE DAY THEN? MORE BITS OF PURPLE FABRIC??) or cuffs and Mum refused to buy me a Pagani frock with a munted zip or cuffs or jewellery, but hey, I got handbags damnit!
Usually the weekends are, like, my social time in my antisocial way, but today I couldn't txt anyone all day and had no Internet at Tita Dedit's and whenever I was online, no one I really wanted to talk to (not to say that I don't like talking to other people as well) was online. For a minute there I let that all get to me and I got really upset with a pair of boppers for making possibly the most idiotic thread on the Internet (and promptly someone somewhere goes and makes something stupider) and I've been sitting here thinking [but I'M right goddamn!] and wondering why they won't listen to me.
I think today was one of those reminders that hey, I am human.
I want the dream back.
actually, I want it to come true.
from rhaaaaaaapsody to cataaaastroooopheeee agaIN