| okay, nothing went as planned today |
[30 Jul 2004|10:25pm] |
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first of all, i set my alarm for nine. and then i woke up and set it for 9:30, so i could sleep a little more. took a shower, got ready. then i got all my applications, because i was going to drop them off after i went to see dee. and then i would check out stuff about tanning and loan and i would hang out and then c would spend the night. but no.
like, on the way to dee's store, loan called and i told her i was going to visit my mom for a little bit and then we could hang out. but when i got to the store, dee was so excited and kept telling everyone that i was her daughter. she even drove me over to this other store so that she could show me off to her boss and ask to have the rest of the day off to spend with me. and the woman told her she could have the day off, but then my mom started asking if she was for sure, and that she had a bunch of stuff to do at the store. ugh. but finally she agreed.
i followed her to horn lake. and we ate at mcdonalds and then went to her apartment and watched these stupid miracles show on animal planet and talked about sex and boys and work and friends. and it was really nice. and she even let me smoke. it was no big deal for her.
then she ordered pizza and talked to her gay ass bf who is just plain nasty. and i called c who complained about drivers licenses actually costing money and how she couldn't spend the night because her dad's gay. and then dee and i talked some more. and loan called to complain about her stupid bf. i'm so sick of jason. he's being such an uberdouche. god. loan does not deserve to be treated like that. its stupid. i'm pissed.
and then alan called to complain about how he was bored and then nothing. dee and i just hung out until i called perry to ask for directions to get home on the interstate. which he flipped about. both him and dee were all paranoid about me driving on the interstate, but it's not like it's a big deal or anything. its just the interstate. but then he started freaking out because dee wanted to buy me gas because she didn't want me running out on the way home. but then blah. i was on my way, and on interstate 240 north and he calls to freak out somemore, asking me where i was and i told him that i'd be home in a few minutes, but then he just got all girly and said, "well, you don't have to worry about that anymore." and before i could ask him what that was supposed to mean, he hung up on me. ugh. he is such a girly fag.
so, here i am. and i'm tired and i need to do my ap bio work and read my ap english books, but i'm too fucking tired. so i guess i'll just wake up early tomorrow and do it. after i go tanning.
sigh.
could my life get anymore boring?
haha. but at least i've got old school nintendo to keep me company. yes! i'm gonna shoot the fuck outta those stupid ducks if the machine actually works.
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| there's no doubt |
[30 Jul 2004|12:02am] |
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today was nice. hung out with alan. he set a balloon on fire and taught me to play the intro to the closest thing on the guitar. except my hand's retarded and can't hold down the strings right. ugh. then taylor came over and we captured this poor little kitten after spraying it with the water hose. it was nice. then home and a much needed nap.
then i called my mom so that just in case she actually decided to answer for once, i could ask her about tanning places.
and she actually answered for once. and we talked for a little while. and i think i might go visit her at her store tomorrow before i go tanning. can't wait. hopefully, i'll get lost.
and hopefully loan and i will hang out. and c will spend the night. and it will make my day.
why do i like this crap music?
sigh.
i do not want to go back to school.
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| oh, my! |
[29 Jul 2004|02:56am] |
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man. the vocab section on the cd that mrs. wynne gave me for ap bio has the definition for clitoris. hahahhahahahaha. god. it's so awesome. i hope me learn about it. oh! i cannot wait!
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| kill the evil kangaroo and win a free camera. |
[29 Jul 2004|02:38am] |
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yeah. umm...yeah.
i spent the night at c's yesterday. it was nice. her dad was walking around in his silly boxers and a hat. it was great. we didn't really do anything. perry called me around 9:45 to tell me that some chick called the house and said that the sga was having a meeting wednesday 10 to 2. and perry was stupid and said that i was going. like hell. so i tried to call that girl back and tell her that i was out of town and i couldn't make it, considering it was such short notice, but the stupid bitch wouldn't answer her phone and there was no voice mail or anything, so whatever. i just hope mrs. contratto doesn't get pissed and think that i just purposefully missed it. ugh. and i tried to call that girl today but she wouldn't answer again. so whatever. i hope i don't get kicked off. i mean, i worked SO hard for honorary. not.
ugh.
but then i danced around to songs from a goofy movie and the nightmare before xmas. so it was all good.
today, c's mom woke us up at 11 and told us that we had to go next door and clean the house so that she could show it to some people coming at 12. like, hello. you should have told us earlier, retard. geez. and then she came over to see how we were doing and she was all, "well, it doesn't really need it...just go vaccum the cobwebs out of the main bedroom." !!!
i went to the gym with c and steph and we swam outside for a little bit. then inside bc the water was way too freakin cold outside. and the jacuzzi thing was awesome. god. it was like a hot steamy bath. ahhhh.
then home. and i tried to call that bitch. i don't even know who it is. god. so stupid!!!
then now. and i watched something about amish people living in the city on upn. nice. i wanna be amish. i think it'd be fun. out tha frame. and now i'm listening to ice-t and looking up cliff notes for all the crap i'm supposed to read.
and i have to go over to alan's house and wake him up tomorrow. ha. he told me to go in through the back and spray him with a spray bottle and beat him with bamboo. i can't wait.
sigh.
i had the most depressing thought today. and i'm sick of it. ugh. i'm tired of boys. and i'm tired of liking boys who don't like me and like other girls instead. other girls that are obviously better than me. thats the way it always is. i'm sick of it. i'm not going to like boys anymore. starting now. right now.
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| you're in the xander zone. |
[27 Jul 2004|01:21am] |
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"Is this guy gonna hump my leg or what?"
"Take off these handcuffs so I can beat the shit out you. "
"Knocked over a few Seven Elevens, have we?"
"Bitches, come!"
i swear. besides the part where vin diesel's shaking like a little girl, i love the dialogue. it's so typical. i don't know why i like it. but i do. and that makes me a freak.
sigh.
absolutely nothing has happened. c spent the night friday and saturday. alan went with me to pick her up and we all hung out at his house and ate pizza and watched STUPID dreamcather. i swear that movie would suck its own balls if it had any. ugh. alan is so going to hell for convincing me to rent that. saturday we all went to see the bourne supremacy. i thought it was pretty nice. except for matt damon looking so completely sick. someone needs to feed that kid. apparently bryan, who never called me at all ever, was in the theater with us and he tried to get our attention, but we were too cool to notice. afterwards, we went to alan's house and watched ringu. which is way wierd. i love the part where that japanese guy smacks the hell outta that woman because she's all exhausted and doesn't want to go down in the well. it was nice. and then sunday. catwoman with loan and c. nice. without the nice part. god. that movie sucked worse than any made out of a stephan king book. including dreamcatcher. god. i am so embarrassed for everyone in that movie. seriously.
oh yeah. and apparently, helen is a stoner now. she keeps calling randomly to tell me about how she smoked weed and boys tried to take advantage of her and how she's in love with this 24 year old loser who sells pot. and how badly she wants to smoke again. and how she smokes by herself. which just spells cool. not. ugh. i hate people who do drugs and then act like their on them all the time.
i'm sick of everything.
school starts in a couple of weeks. this is my last summer before college. it sucks.
i need to burn my flesh and get a tan so everyone will shut up about me being pale. so sorry i'm not perfect.
i miss someone. and it's sick because i shouldn't. and it's not the icky person. so just shut up.
i never want to speak to dan ever again. everytime my phone rings i'm terrified that it's going to be him. but it isn't. because he's never going to call again. hopefully. i'd rather listen to tim talk about himself and his stupid poetry than spend two seconds talking to dan. that's mean. but true.
and what's so great about poetry? poetry's pretensious and gay. well, at least it usually is. like, when tim writes it. i'm sick of boys and poetry and lying. if you just don't want to be with someone, just say so and DON'T stay with them. it's so stupid. because when you lie to make them feel better and then go back two times, and leave for the same fake reasons and then start going out with some other girl in the same scene a month later it is the ultimate slap in the face. i'm tired of boys acting like little babies and wanting everything they want no matter what they have to do to get it. i hate wanting to be friends with someone because they're funny and nice but then wanting to slit their throats beacause of the shitty things they do to people they should at least care a little bit about.
i'm through with the whole dating scene. it's just too boring. and it's such a waste of time. i'm never going to like anyone else. this is just the way it has to be. girls are so stupid sometimes. how can they not know that someone doesn't want to be with them? or, maybe they do know, but they're too afraid of being alone so they just stick with it.
why would a guy go out with someone he doesn't even like for four months when he's "on the rebound" and still likes his ex? it's stupid. i'm so sick of boys. all they care about is their image and sex. it's pathetic.
god. this is some seriously boring crap. and this song is so predictable and stupid. why do i like it?
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| *scarred for life* |
[26 Jul 2004|12:43am] |
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i saw catwoman today. dear god it was gay. yeah. catnip.
i am so sorry for halle barry. if i had known she was this desperate for work, i would have sold my soul or something.
i am so pissed. i'm looking for someone and i can't find them. anywhere.
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| guitar solo |
[22 Jul 2004|11:25pm] |
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alan and i hung out tonight. first i went over to his house and watched him play his stupid guitar with all of these stupid little instruments that make it sound like a steel drum and a violin. then target, where i played with a vibrating razor. which is totally useless, because it's just like a regular disposable razor except that it vibrates. boys WOULD like that. i guess. alan bought bunches of bubble crap.
i talked to my friend bryan today. first time in forever. since i saw him at krogers. we might go see the bourne supremacy tomorrow. i hope. because matt damon looks majorly sick in that movie.
and then maybe i'll go to c's for the weekend. and work gayly for her parents. and earn money for cleaning houses. sounds like crap, except for the earning money part.
sigh. can't wait.
i so cannot believe i'm listening to this crap.
i'm gonna go watch the ring. that little kid is so cute.
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| this sums it all up : |
[18 Jul 2004|11:26pm] |
Cindy Campbell: Hello?
Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.
Cindy Campbell: What? Willie Mays?
Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.
Cindy Campbell: Who's gay? Hello?
Tabitha's Voice: [indistinct] Seven days.
Cindy Campbell: What?
Tabitha's Voice: Can you hear me now?
Cindy Campbell: Kind of.
Tabitha's Voice: Can you hear me now?
Cindy Campbell: Yes. Perfect.
Tabitha's Voice: Seven days.
Cindy Campbell: Seven days. Oh, my God. I'm gonna die next Monday?
Tabitha's Voice: Yes. No. Wait. Monday. That would be seven business days. This is seven days starting now.
Cindy Campbell: So seven days to this very hour? My watch broke. How am I gonna know the exact hour?
Tabitha's Voice: Forget hours. This day seven days from now.
Cindy Campbell: But there's a holiday coming up. Do you count the holiday?
Tabitha's Voice: Well, that depends. What holiday?
Cindy Campbell: Martin Luther King Day.
Tabitha's Voice: Then no.
Cindy Campbell: Why not? Everybody at work is taking it off.
Tabitha's Voice: Jesus Christ, lady. I'm giving you seven friggin' days. I can come over now and kill the shit out of you if you'd rather have that.
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| haha a 15 year old is taller than you. |
[17 Jul 2004|12:50am] |
i can't believe i like yellowcard. i am very disappointed in myself. especially after chelsea ruined it for me before i ever even had a chance to listen to them.
c and i have this theory that vin diesel is really only buff on top. like, his legs are actually really scrawny. i think its awesome. and i would totally cry if it was true. god, that would be so awesome. i've been looking to see if i can find any pictures of him wearing shorts or something. but i can't. it's so true, i can feel it.
i was supposed to have unprotected sex with dan again today, but his mommy had to use the car so he couldn't come over. which is just another sign that we totally are not meant to even be friends. oh well. big loss, believe me.
i hung out with taylor and his gf and alan and some leslie girl today. actually, i wouldn't call it hanging out with them. i would call it being exploited and used by them. taylor called and was all, "hey do you wanna hang out with me and alan?" so i went to pick him up and he was all, "we have to go pick up leslie." so we did, but then her mom asked me to take her other daughter to go get her guy friend so they could hang out or have unprotected premarital sex or something. and he lives in some apartments on sycamore view, like farther out than tracy. and it turned out that he couldn't even hang out, not that this girl would have known because she doesn't even have his phone number. ugh. so then we went to mcdonalds and both leslie and her sister were being way obnoxious. i don't even want to think about it anymore. ugh.
oh, yeah. and secret window sucks its own cock. it's gay.
i watched peter pan today, too. it was awesome. i'm in love with a little lost boy name slightly or something like that. he's probably ten or something.
i've decided that i'm going to be bad this year. like, a real slut. i'm just going to sleep with everyone i want to. if they want to have sex with me, which shouldn't be a problem since guys wanna have sex with everything anyway. except that i'm pretty sure i'm not going to want to have sex with anyone.
that whole thing was a lie. just a big waste of time. not that anyone reads this or cares anyway. oh well. anonymity is its own reward. or something gay and fake like that.
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| i'll call you when the time is right |
[15 Jul 2004|09:48pm] |
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i got two more mice today. they're the snake food kind. both females. god. pistachio keeps trying to rape them. it's gross. but the little ones keep beating him up, so i guess it's okay. or something.
i drove alan to his class today, but when we drove up, this asian guy told us that class was cancelled. so we went to annie's and i met her family. and her brother brought this bird home that was all sticky because it flew into a fly trap. so he and annie spent forever washing it. then perry called and was being a douche because i didn't answer the phone when he called five seconds before because i had been outside and checked a couple of minutes earlier to see if anyone called and no one had. so, he was a douche and made me come home. but annie was nice and told me to come by sometime. i like it when people go out of their way to be nice, even when they don't mean it.
good eye, sniper.
i shoot. you run.
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[14 Jul 2004|10:12pm] |
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alan's mouse twitter died. i'm so sad.
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| and the conversation dies. |
[13 Jul 2004|09:34pm] |
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today was seriously so nice.
i got a mouse. it's so cute and anitsocial. it was all subdued and everything until i put it in the cage and then it scurried to the little wheel thing and started running for like ten minutes straight. i swear. it is so adorable. i think it's a girl, but the slip thing says it's a male. so, whatever. maybe it hasn't developed balls yet.
i named it pistachio. god. it is so precious.
i called amy and we talked for about five minutes, seriously. but whatever. at least i called. except that i was supposed to call her back again and i forgot, so i'm an asshole again. oh well.
i went over to alan's for a little while and we played around with his mice. twitter and pated. until just a little while ago, we both thought that they were boy and girl. and we thought the boy mouse had been beating up on the girl and so alan kept not letting the wheel spin, to punish it. then he stuffed this bamboo stick full of fuses and set it off and it was awesome. and the i want to fuck a dog in the ass song by blink 182. wow. will never be the same now. then i took him to class and came home to play with my mouse, but it is so afraid of me. and alan texted me that class was boring. and then he called and i picked him up and we went to the library, but it was gay so we went to petco and looked at all the animals and read these books on mice.
then perry called and told me to get home and so i got a petco card and we left.
blah.
i want my mouse to not hate me and let me play with it. waaaahhh.
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| i'm not your star |
[12 Jul 2004|10:36pm] |
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my weekend was blah. very very blah. like, beyond blah.
i went job searching with tim. who wouldn't shut up about how cute i am. which made me want to throw up. i am so sick of guys.
and then dinner at my grandma's, and i got to see my aunt and uncle. and i learned that my aunt married my uncle when she was 16 and he was 17 because she didn't want to move away from nc to fl. like, being married would be her excuse for not moving. and they weren't going to tell anyone about it until it was sure that they were moving, but some nosy neighbor listened in to their phone conversation, and they had to tell. but whatever. they've been together for forever.
sunday, perry was being such a dick. i couldn't even stand it. i went to go see mean girls with tim, who likes me. and i can't stand it. i am seriously so beyond finished with guys. and when i got home, perry was still being a dick, so i went to c's and we watched a buttload of vin diesel movies. like, the guy can actually kind of act. it's astounding. we watched xxx, knockaround guys, and saving private ryan. ugh. michael came in for the last half of saving private ryan and it was so nasty. ugh. he smelled and he kept saying gay stuff and laughing at the most inappropriate times. ugh.
today we slept till way past noon and mr. t woke me up to move my car so he could take c's to some shop to get the tires fixed or something. then i took us to sonics and to get c a bunch of applications. and this guy hit on me when we stopped to get gas. it was appalling. and annoying. and it sucked. basically. so tired of guys being so uncontrollably horny that they hit on me.
then we went home and watched dumb and dumberer. it was awesome. i like it a lot. nice car, frenchie. god. that movie is pure gold. i love the guy who played lloyd. he was priceless. i want to watch not another teen movie now. except that c has it, so i can't. he reminds me of phillip, sort of. ugh.
i am going to stop thinking about guys that are gay and stupid and just want to fuck me beacuse they are unbelievably horny (which is all of them) and guys that i have absolutely no chance with because they don't and never will and never could like me (which are the ones that i like, and pretty much all the others, too). which is why i should just become a nun. except that i definitely could not live like that. nuns are way too uptight.
i'll just live in total isolation for the rest of my life. except to get food.
this is such crap.
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| man, morgan freeman IS god. |
[09 Jul 2004|10:43pm] |
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god. i think my lip is numb. seriously. ouch.
i think i'd rather crucify then learn.
i watched bruce almighty last night. and dan called and blah.
today was much less productive. like, i watched original sin, but only about five minutes at a time. i kept pausing it and doing other stuff, like trying to tan my ghostly pale skin in the sun, and then taking a shower and finally shaving my legs. i was going to go look for jobs, but i just didn't feel like it, so i didn't. i started reading about these serial killers from the 50's until now, and it was really enthralling. and dan was supposed to call around six so that we could have unprotected sex. but he didn't call.
like, i got stood up by my ex-bf, and i totally couldn't have cared less. like, i was a little pissed at first, because i thought he was just late, or something. but then carrie jo came over and we started doing her makeup and straightening her hair, and then tim called, and i was reading a magazine, and then it was ten, and i totally didn't care. i called him and he was immediately like, "ohhhh yeeeaaahh, i forgot. my friend and me blah blah blah..." and i so couldn't have cared less. it was funny.
he said he'd call tomorrow. which means he won't. but it seriously doesn't matter. i'm supposed to go job hunting with tim, and then i'm supposed to go over to my grandma's house because my aunt and uncle are supposed to be coming here to visit her for her birthday. she's going to be turning like 129 or something. seriously, she's ancient. perry's like 60 or 70 or something. whatever it is, he was born in 1942. so, whatever.
and i'm totally getting a job at platinum plus. my dream job. i wish. if only i was 18.
look at your face, scarred in dismay
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| that's right...everything stinks. |
[08 Jul 2004|10:09pm] |
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i finally saw that episode of the simpsons today. well, sorta. i was talking to tim on my cell phone. put c pointed it out to me, so i guess it counts.
c spent the night last night. like, her mom was being a complete wierdo about me picking her up and then her coming over on a week night. ugh. her mom is such a freak. perry let me drive his car, so i got to listen to my cds. sigh. it's so nice not to hear only crap. except that perry took my car to get it fixed yesterday so it's not fucked up anymore. yippie.
on the way home, i drove past our old middle school. it was so sick. and i played summer girls by lfo. crazy. then we ordered chinese food went to blockbusters and freds, where we saw tim. and i gave him my number. and c bought me a buttload of suckers. like whoa.
we watched footloose, which did not have enough dancing. there definitely could have been more secretive dancing going on, or something. and then we watched mermaids, which is nice. i love christina ricci when she was young, and in that movie. she was so adorable. and then fast and the furious. which was freakin awesome. oh my god paul walker is so gay. and i am completely disappointed in myself for beginning to like vin diesel. like, he can actually convey emotions when he acts. he's not like tom cruise and doesn't just walk around glaring all the time, surprised and GAY.
today c, bonnie, and i went to the mall and i got jlo glasses and some gay retro emo glasses which are freakin awesome. and then some star and teal earrings. it was nice. and then we went to sonic and i practically paid for everything. and then i took bonnie home, and c and i were in the car looking down the road at these stupid losers riding their bikes, and i was like, "is that taylor?" and c was all, "i dunno," and flicked the people off. and then i pulled in the driveway and taylor comes riding over on his bike and we talked for a little while. then tim called and i talked to him for a while. actually, he talked mostly. and then i took c home.
i have an addiction to suckers. they're so irresistable.
"i say ten to fifteen. you take half hour."
god. i love christina.
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| none of them want to fight me like you do |
[06 Jul 2004|10:25pm] |
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oooh...my boring life...is so boring. i guess.
hmm...sunday, the 4th, i went up to visit loan at walgreens and i talked to her bf jason, while she was dealing with customers. and then, alan and his step bro and his friend and i went way out into hillbilly territory so that we could legally buy some fireworks. god. alan spent almost $30. i only spent $1.37. i am so cheap. but i only had $5 and i needed to save it for gas, so. and this extremely annoying, hat-wearing hick kept ragging on my car. like, it is not that bad. god. and he's a thief, too. he stole a buttload of fireworks and stuck them in his pocket. ugh.
afterwards, we all went to alan's and sat around in his room and i asked him why guys have to be so gay and completely ignore girls after they fuck around with them. like, bryce totally dumped helen after she gave him head. and this other girl i know gave her bf head and he completely avoided her for a week. and this other girl had sex with her bf and then he just broke up with her. i mean, god. guys are so retarded. ugh.
but anyway, then we ate and played with dry ice and alan's mice and then icky corey mccarty and icky wes simpson came over and started being gay. ugh. when we were leavign to do fireworks, corey was all, "yeah, i'll just follow you guys to the place." like we actually wanted him to be there. it was pretty fun. taylor and this jake kid blew up parts of this ken doll. and i kept the front part of the torso. it was nice. then they started trying to shoot bottle rockets out of a mustard container, but it wouldn't work and it kept going back into the bottle and exploding and making everything smell like mustard. then this rob guy started letting everyone shoot fireworks at his car bc he doesn't care. ugh. weird. and then back to alans, and he was really nice and let me borrow a buutload of cds. and then i took taylor and this leslie girl and that rob guy to grab n go walmart to get a thousand energy drinks. taylor was nice enough to buy me one. it was super. then home.
mon, i went shopping with loan and ashley and this kelsey girl. it was fun. i've missed seeing ashley everyday. i think loan and i are going swimming at her house next mon. it shall be oodles of fun. ugh. oodles.
today, i went to c's. just for the day. i almost hit a car because i was too busy singing to myself. now i know why people do it. but anyway, her, steph, jon and i played nightfire and i accidentally broke one of their glasses. and then we went to blockbusters and sonic and c was nice enough to buy me some food. mmm. greasy grease. yummy. but whatever. i have to eat so that c's and my love child doesn't die. blah. then we all just sat around watching jon play spiderman 2 on the xbox. and then her parents came home and started being gay so i snuck out. c was nice enough not to tell them that i was the one that broke the glass.
so bored. and tired. i got only about five hours of sleep the other day. so tired.
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| fate |
[03 Jul 2004|03:29pm] |
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oh my god, please look at her picture.
this is so priceless.
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| i shoulda shot you when i had tha chance |
[01 Jul 2004|10:44pm] |
okay, so whatever. let's see...
( well, tuesday night sucked )
wed, we woke up around ten and went to yoga at the gym. yoga is awesome. the woman who was instructing was so awesome. it was so wierd doing all that crap because that's the type of stuff i did when i was a litle kid and i was bored and i would just crawl around and get myself into wierd positions. oh, and relaxation time is so great. i want to do it again.
after that, we took steve to the vet to get his stitches taken out, and then to blockbusters where i got this really gay game for jonathan. and then to sonics for ice cream and this totally gay guy brought it to us. its the first guy i've ever seen at sonic. then we went back to her house and fixed popcorn and went to the empty house next door to watch le divorce on c's laptop. um...le divorce sucks. never see it. all it's about it adultery and heartbreak. it sucks.
then...oh my god. we went to see spiderman 2. which was actually okay. like, tobey maguire is hot, but i just don't like his face. i guess it's just because it reminds me of all the other movies he's done and they piss me off, but god. i luuuve his body. i am so shallow. afterwards, we went to ihop and i got me some pancakes and then the people sang c a birthday song and we left. no cake and ice cream because everyone was too tired. but they did cards, and her mom and dad put $200 in the card they got for her. like, that is way unfair. well, not really, or at all. but i am totally jealous. ugh. but elizabeth kept complaining about how she never got money when she asked for it and she always had to return her gifts, which is way rude. i have never ever returned a gift in my entire life. and besides, elizabeths gotten a lot more than c, like a car and 2 trips to europe and two years in college, which she dropped out of, and a place to live over their garage, for FREE, when she should be away from them, living in her own place and actually being as independant as she naively thinks she is. living at home.
sigh. but whatever. then c and i went to sleep, and we did nothing today, except play nightfire, which is this james bond game which is freakin awesome. and then i took c and stephanie to sonic and got them ice cream and it started raining hard and i pulled into some random parking lot, because i didn't know that sonic was only like just barely down the street. like, no one thought to tell me so we could be eating ice cream as we waited. geez. but then we went back and played more nightfire and i freakin hate allura and dominique and bond spacesuit. because they are all gay and they kept killing me. but i love scaramanga. because he saved all of our asses more than once. and he was so fearless. sigh. i think i'm in love. with a character on a video game. sigh.
then i came home and saw the new freakin car my dad bought. ugh. it's an echo, and it's teal, and not only does it have a radio, unlike my crappy neon, but it also plays cds and tapes. like, i am so jealous. but i got to drive it, at least, and perry said that he would probably have me drive that down to ms instead of the neon. which is way awesome, because it means i would get to drive at night and c and i could go see movies without her gay family.
sigh.
wow, this is way boring.
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god. i am so unbelievably bored. i hate my life.
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