Okay, not hatred. Just frustration ( Read more... )

I'm sitting at my computer right now, already stressed out enough as it is and just not wanted to talk to anybody. My mom's BF was lying on the couch and had been napping, but had just woken up. He looks over at the computer while TicketMaster loads and tells me to do stuff.

He: "What are you doing?"

Me: "Buying tickets for miiko_ashida's birthday. We're ( Read more... )

OMG GUYS, I TOTAL HAVE A DATE TODAY.

WAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

I WISH I KNEW HOW TO MAKE SPARKLY BALLOOOOOOOONS

( NOBODY ACTUALLY WANTS TO KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT MY LIFE. REALLY, THEY DON'T. )

( Shorter, but just as frustrated, but still not something normal people want to read )

I LIKE TO EAT NUTS.

Take that as you will.

( I'm not entirely sure what to do about this ... )

( Because nobody REALLY wants to read me ranting about this )

But I guess this is what normal people do? Blog? Or keep diaries (OH, THAT IS FRUITY I mean, uh)? Or use MYSPACE? I will blog. I am normal? This is a lie, but I will roll with it.
( writing )

( I AM NOT PHOTOGENEC, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED )

When I was in the fourth grade, I spent the night at my friend's house this one time. It was the first time I'd stayed at anybody's house but Nikki and Michelle, and I was all really nervous and shit, like I get. I got to being, oh, 8 in the evening. We were eating pizza, and this show comes on. I know it--but not. I know Star Trek. We'd ( Read more... )