The things that we're afraid of are gonna show us what we're made of in the end
I had a nice nap today in Chem. For an hour, cause we had lab today, which I slept through. Sara, amazing person that she is, put down the information for me. Of course, the sleep wasn't COMPLETE, it was broken because amazing as Sara is her hands are never idle, and she's an artist, which is a deadly combination--the result is that I have a rather retarded looking L on my hand. (It was going to be my cheek but then I gave her my hand, which I kind of remember but mostly don't.)
Also, here be meme, which I am compelled to do since I commented other people's LJ's for it.
Leave a comment and I will:
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word, et cetera.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LiveJournal.
I think I have a headache. I'm not sure. I feel a pressure in my head, though, which is probably signaling an on-coming headache. Blahhhh.
ALSO, I AM PISSED BECAUSE MY RING IS BROKEN. My REAL gold ring that my grandmother gave me for my birthday. I have to go to the jewelers on Main St. to see how much it'll cost me to get it fixed. Probably not much, since the band itself is just split from the middle part, but I'll have to wait until Friday to go get it fixed.
Which reminds me: I need to text Bobby tomorrow to see if that loser's taking me to the mall Thursday. He'd better, because I need new books. And to stare at that really hot guy who works at Zumiez.
And for those of you who have been with me since September...:
Yesterday was Leo's birthday. When Chrystal reminded me in gym, she said: Don't bother Neil today when you come over, it's Leo's birthday. Except that I heard: Don't bother Neil today when you come over, it's his birthday.
I don't know how I got the two confused, but I gave her an odd look and was like, "So?" because I was wondering why Neil'd be in a bad mood if it was his birthday. (I mean, I know he's like, 52 or something, but really.) And the look Chrystal gave me could've melted steel. So I backtracked and asked her to repeat herself, then explained what I had heard. (She, of course, remarked that I only half-listened, which ended up with me punching her and her punching me back and then me reeling back because she is strong, dammit.)
So yeah. It was Leo's birthday. Neil wasn't home, though, and when I went over everything seemed normal. Eileen was fine, Donnie was fine; everyone was their usual crazy, teasing selves. But still, I know that Neil was hurting.
And now Carlo and I are having this word war. I'm winning, obviously. (For those who are curious, we have to say words that rhyme with each other.)
AND I UPDATED FOMD LAST NIGHT. GO ME. (Except that I'm getting REALLY frustrated with the reviews, ugh. PEOPLE THESE DAYS LACK ORIGINALITY.)
Every time I hear David Cook's cover of Music Of The Night it makes me want to re-watch Phantom of the Opera. The movie was amazing, and I really wanna go see the Broadway play.
Also, here be meme, which I am compelled to do since I commented other people's LJ's for it.
Leave a comment and I will:
1. Tell you why I friended you.
2. Associate you with something - fandom, a song, a color, a photo, a word, et cetera.
3. Tell you something I like about you.
4. Tell you a memory I have of you.
5. Ask something I've always wanted to know about you.
6. Tell you my favorite user pic of yours.
7. In return, you must post this in your LiveJournal.
I think I have a headache. I'm not sure. I feel a pressure in my head, though, which is probably signaling an on-coming headache. Blahhhh.
ALSO, I AM PISSED BECAUSE MY RING IS BROKEN. My REAL gold ring that my grandmother gave me for my birthday. I have to go to the jewelers on Main St. to see how much it'll cost me to get it fixed. Probably not much, since the band itself is just split from the middle part, but I'll have to wait until Friday to go get it fixed.
Which reminds me: I need to text Bobby tomorrow to see if that loser's taking me to the mall Thursday. He'd better, because I need new books. And to stare at that really hot guy who works at Zumiez.
And for those of you who have been with me since September...:
Yesterday was Leo's birthday. When Chrystal reminded me in gym, she said: Don't bother Neil today when you come over, it's Leo's birthday. Except that I heard: Don't bother Neil today when you come over, it's his birthday.
I don't know how I got the two confused, but I gave her an odd look and was like, "So?" because I was wondering why Neil'd be in a bad mood if it was his birthday. (I mean, I know he's like, 52 or something, but really.) And the look Chrystal gave me could've melted steel. So I backtracked and asked her to repeat herself, then explained what I had heard. (She, of course, remarked that I only half-listened, which ended up with me punching her and her punching me back and then me reeling back because she is strong, dammit.)
So yeah. It was Leo's birthday. Neil wasn't home, though, and when I went over everything seemed normal. Eileen was fine, Donnie was fine; everyone was their usual crazy, teasing selves. But still, I know that Neil was hurting.
And now Carlo and I are having this word war. I'm winning, obviously. (For those who are curious, we have to say words that rhyme with each other.)
AND I UPDATED FOMD LAST NIGHT. GO ME. (Except that I'm getting REALLY frustrated with the reviews, ugh. PEOPLE THESE DAYS LACK ORIGINALITY.)
Every time I hear David Cook's cover of Music Of The Night it makes me want to re-watch Phantom of the Opera. The movie was amazing, and I really wanna go see the Broadway play.