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I found out some things about myself yesterday. Frightening day. I'm still shaken, but I'd rather not talk about it.
I've recently become addicted to the song "Paint It Black". I'm currently writing a story about a teenage girl that indulges in her homocidal desires, based on the lyrics of the song. *giggles* People are going to try to get me committed...again.
I went to a baby shower today. The in-laws are terribly mean. Plus I held the door for all of them and not one said thank-you (except for the girl near my age that I am rather fond of). But I won second place in the clothespin game, though it was more like first when you get right down to it. They were mean about that, too. You know how it goes, don't you? If you cross anything, you get your clothespins taken away. So I scratched my elbow and someone demanded my clothespins, saying I crossed my hand and my arm. So by that token, if you lay your left hand on your right leg, that should count, too, right? Well, it doesn't. So hurrah. :) I know I won second place, but I got to get a prize, too. The girl who won first got a lame gravyboat. I got candles and everyone wanted them. So I am the winner!
I would like to know what movie Ryan went to see. That is an extremely dwelt-on idea in my mind.
Anyone seen Lazy Town? I'm completely in love with it - mind you, I heard from it LONG before it was mentioned at fruits.
I drew a picture I like all right. It's really pissing me off that I don't have a fucking scanner. Is that so hard? I just want a SCANNER. GIMME A SCANNER. <3 No, seriously, assholes: if you have a scanner you're willing to give me, I'd totally hit that. Only if it works, though. I'm in a whole world of hurt, having to use my scanner as a footstool. Ha-ha. Stool.
It's an all right picture. I had intended to draw a Lolita with a normal headdress, but that went to hell. As it turns out, I've yet to draw a Lolita that I like with a normal headdress. Actually, I guess that's only half true: I draw Roxy with a normal headdress. But I was actually only counting random drawings, rather than characters. I hadn't even noticed until just now that the majority of these drawings don't have anything on their heads. I'm going to have to start working harder on my drawings. But I suppose it doesn't matter at all, because I have no one to show and nothing to gain.
I'm tired of arguing with people. It really grates on my nerves. I've been trying just not talking, but that makes people get all up in my business with this "quit-being-so-mopey" bullshit. For instance, I'm arguing with Mommy right now. "You need to quit this catnapping bullshit. You've decided in your head that you can get up and go down whenever you please, and there's no discipline." "I've been sleeping. I've been trying my ass off to stay aslee--" "No, you haven't." Rose and Justin: have I been fucking trying to sleep? I suppose it's just the fact that she hasn't been sleeping well herself. It's making her so bloody irritable. She's barely slept at all since Willie went away. And if his name was "Williw", it would be the same backward as it is forward. Anyway, you wouldn't believe how pleasant Mommy used to be, before my brother was sent to jail. She was the mom everyone wanted. I still love her more than anything, but it's like a knife in my heart every time we argue, and every time she says a sour word. I'm sure she thinks the same about me. Now we're laughing hella hard together, talking about walking into a curry restaurant and being like, "Fuck, what is the name of that thing I came in here to order...??"
Here's something that so pissed me off: MY TAMAGOTCHI DIED. Blindsided everyone completely. I had just fed it and played with it literally 30 MINUTES BEFORE its death, and it was full on everything. Also, it had just given birth. The baby, of course, died, too. Everyone was as pissed off as I was, because I cared for that fucking thing ALL THE TIME. I have NO IDEA why it died.
Every time I watch Cowboy Bebop (which I am currently watching, because it is 2:19 a.m.), I am once again astounding by how awesome it is. I love everything about it. It's just a really good show.
I know I once said a date that school would start, but it got postponed: now it's on the 8th. I guess it's better that it got put off: I don't have any school supplies. I saw the wife of the principal in the store. We talked. She looked me up and down, because I was wearing a tight shirt and pants. Yay! I'm going to Hell! I hate schools that push their beliefs off on you. It makes me happy to go to a Christian school, though. XD Go God! Whoo! See, most people don't know I'm a Christian at all. That's because I'm hardcore cool...with the power of Christ. <3
I hate posts that are long like this. When I read them on my friends' journals, I never know how much to reply or what to. So comments come hard, and that makes me feel guilty.
Damn, gotta go. Love y'all. Lordess, if you read this, I shall write you an e-mail tomorrow. Also, I sent you a dollar, a bracelet, three stamps and two letters. I also included an envelope, but I can't imagine you'll get much use out of that (unless you have an envelope fetish).
I've recently become addicted to the song "Paint It Black". I'm currently writing a story about a teenage girl that indulges in her homocidal desires, based on the lyrics of the song. *giggles* People are going to try to get me committed...again.
I went to a baby shower today. The in-laws are terribly mean. Plus I held the door for all of them and not one said thank-you (except for the girl near my age that I am rather fond of). But I won second place in the clothespin game, though it was more like first when you get right down to it. They were mean about that, too. You know how it goes, don't you? If you cross anything, you get your clothespins taken away. So I scratched my elbow and someone demanded my clothespins, saying I crossed my hand and my arm. So by that token, if you lay your left hand on your right leg, that should count, too, right? Well, it doesn't. So hurrah. :) I know I won second place, but I got to get a prize, too. The girl who won first got a lame gravyboat. I got candles and everyone wanted them. So I am the winner!
I would like to know what movie Ryan went to see. That is an extremely dwelt-on idea in my mind.
Anyone seen Lazy Town? I'm completely in love with it - mind you, I heard from it LONG before it was mentioned at fruits.
I drew a picture I like all right. It's really pissing me off that I don't have a fucking scanner. Is that so hard? I just want a SCANNER. GIMME A SCANNER. <3 No, seriously, assholes: if you have a scanner you're willing to give me, I'd totally hit that. Only if it works, though. I'm in a whole world of hurt, having to use my scanner as a footstool. Ha-ha. Stool.
It's an all right picture. I had intended to draw a Lolita with a normal headdress, but that went to hell. As it turns out, I've yet to draw a Lolita that I like with a normal headdress. Actually, I guess that's only half true: I draw Roxy with a normal headdress. But I was actually only counting random drawings, rather than characters. I hadn't even noticed until just now that the majority of these drawings don't have anything on their heads. I'm going to have to start working harder on my drawings. But I suppose it doesn't matter at all, because I have no one to show and nothing to gain.
I'm tired of arguing with people. It really grates on my nerves. I've been trying just not talking, but that makes people get all up in my business with this "quit-being-so-mopey" bullshit. For instance, I'm arguing with Mommy right now. "You need to quit this catnapping bullshit. You've decided in your head that you can get up and go down whenever you please, and there's no discipline." "I've been sleeping. I've been trying my ass off to stay aslee--" "No, you haven't." Rose and Justin: have I been fucking trying to sleep? I suppose it's just the fact that she hasn't been sleeping well herself. It's making her so bloody irritable. She's barely slept at all since Willie went away. And if his name was "Williw", it would be the same backward as it is forward. Anyway, you wouldn't believe how pleasant Mommy used to be, before my brother was sent to jail. She was the mom everyone wanted. I still love her more than anything, but it's like a knife in my heart every time we argue, and every time she says a sour word. I'm sure she thinks the same about me. Now we're laughing hella hard together, talking about walking into a curry restaurant and being like, "Fuck, what is the name of that thing I came in here to order...??"
Here's something that so pissed me off: MY TAMAGOTCHI DIED. Blindsided everyone completely. I had just fed it and played with it literally 30 MINUTES BEFORE its death, and it was full on everything. Also, it had just given birth. The baby, of course, died, too. Everyone was as pissed off as I was, because I cared for that fucking thing ALL THE TIME. I have NO IDEA why it died.
Every time I watch Cowboy Bebop (which I am currently watching, because it is 2:19 a.m.), I am once again astounding by how awesome it is. I love everything about it. It's just a really good show.
I know I once said a date that school would start, but it got postponed: now it's on the 8th. I guess it's better that it got put off: I don't have any school supplies. I saw the wife of the principal in the store. We talked. She looked me up and down, because I was wearing a tight shirt and pants. Yay! I'm going to Hell! I hate schools that push their beliefs off on you. It makes me happy to go to a Christian school, though. XD Go God! Whoo! See, most people don't know I'm a Christian at all. That's because I'm hardcore cool...with the power of Christ. <3
I hate posts that are long like this. When I read them on my friends' journals, I never know how much to reply or what to. So comments come hard, and that makes me feel guilty.
Damn, gotta go. Love y'all. Lordess, if you read this, I shall write you an e-mail tomorrow. Also, I sent you a dollar, a bracelet, three stamps and two letters. I also included an envelope, but I can't imagine you'll get much use out of that (unless you have an envelope fetish).