Thursday, May 10, 2007

I feel fat.
I ate a lot of junk food today, but I blame Justin for that. Why would he randomly decide to take me out for lunch, knowing I'm trying to watch what I eat? I can't turn down free Taco Bell. D:< EVIL.

But he let me drive his car, and I do a better job at it than he does. I should be the one with a license. Anyway, after almost running down some old guy (just kidding, kind of), to make ourselves even chubbier we stopped at 7-Eleven to get candy and slushies. I bought each of us Blue Rasberry ring pops and we 'eloped'.

I've got a gay husband now. :D
..And I'm a gay husband too..
The world shall be envious.

Forever. ...Yeah, so take that.

Oh! I almost forgot.
I let Andrew rape my head with the clippers. I look like a boy now, it's so funny. Next time, I should probably consider letting someone who's actually got some kind of experience in cutting hair do it for me. I guess it's really not that bad though, it being his first time and all.

He wants to call me "Charles" now, as if my name weren't already manly enough.
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Friday, May 4, 2007

Barriers
I'm worried that I may be losing a best friend. For as long as I can remember all my best friends have been guys and I always end up losing them because 1. they end up liking me (though it's clear that I can't like them back) and can't handle being friends anymore, or 2. because they get a girlfriend and she does not like the fact that he has a gal as a best friend.

There's really nothing I can say about the first reason but the second one, why would a girl have to worry about her boyfriend being stolen by a lesbian? Like, L-O-L?

Not likely to happen.

But that's the reason why I believe I am losing Josh. New girlfriend. :)


(FYI: I have three besties; Andrew, Josh, & Justin)
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Tuesday, May 1, 2007

She'll make you sweat in the water~
I'm feeling kind of old.

I don't know why, but there's just something about waking up in the morning with a hang over, in your underwear, with the girl next to you reading a Psychology book that makes you feel ..old.

I need something new. Everything seems to be boring me lately. I want changes. I want excitement. It seems I want everything. Maybe I am not old at all but just a selfish little kid. Blahh~

Three more months until I'm 18, guys. I will officially be legal. Crazy isn't it? Well, maybe not for you but it's blowing my mind. I will no longer be jail bait. It's almost sad.
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Tuesday, April 10, 2007

Chloroform
I’ve been listening to a lot of ‘The Postal Service’ and ‘Death Cab for Cutie’. I don’t exactly know why, but it’s not a bad thing. Listening to their songs put me in a good mood, so I guess I’ve been in a good mood. (Blargh?) Ben Gibbard is a genius. Well I think he is anyway. I’m wondering when the hell he and Tamborello are going to release the next Postal Service album. The four-year wait is killing me.

Anyway, I have nothing really worth talking about, but I figured I’d update because it’s been a while. How are you all doing?

I had a dream last night. I was walking somewhere (and if you knew me well, you’d laugh because you would know what a lazy fuck I am) and then the ground beneath me suddenly caved in and I believe my legs jerked, waking me from the dream. That was…really damn pointless and weird.

What was the last strange dream you all had? :D

[Edit] ~~ While I was in Pismo I saw some giraffe sunglasses made probably for six year olds, and because I'm a weirdo-who-is-in-love-with-giraffes, I had to get 'em. They're straight thuggin', if I do say so myself.


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Monday, March 26, 2007

Rainy Monday
So it's, how do they put it, 'raining cats and dogs out there'? Whatever, it's pouring rain and I don't like it. I suppose I'm having a weird day. I usually love the rain, but today it's not all that appealing. Anyway, I haven't got anything remotely interesting or worth blogging about today but I've put up a new playlist and I guess I enjoy wasting people’s time.

It was raining and it just so happened to be Monday, so I figured I'd throw "Rainy Monday" in there. (:

I'm disappointed that nothing more interesting happened today, but I guess I should have expected a lame day. I woke up feeling like a zombie, and my hair was everywhere. Yeah, real bed head. Take that over-priced hair products!

I'm kidding. I'm a loser. I take my monthly trip down to the River Park shopping plaza to visit that 'trendy' hair salon and spend about 40 dollars on a small thing of hair wax.

Speaking of hair; all the turquoise washed out. I'd redye it but I think I'm getting used to the black and blond. Eh, and I cut my cousin Billy's hair today. He didn't pay me (which isn't unusual) but he gave me a ride to the mall, which was greatly appreciated seeing as how no one else wanted to take me.

I wasted 80 dollars on a few "Giant sized" Andy Warhol watches. I swear he's the only reason I go into Hot Topic these days. Yes, I'm in love with a gay man who died two years before I was conceived. Haha. And before you go Google-ing after him, no he was not attractive. I'm in love with his art. All the Andy Warhol products are pretty pricey too :\ but I guess it doesn't matter. It's totally worth it.

Anyway, after I finished lopping most of Billy’s hair off and the trip to the mall, he and his wife dragged me down to the nearby “Babies ‘R’ Us” store to look for cribs and clothing. I don’t know about you guys but looking at baby stuff really isn’t my idea of fun, nor do I find any of it “cute”. My cousin’s wife was running around squee-ing over everything and I was standing there asking, “Can we go now?”

You can tell I’m not planning on having kids. I don’t like them. They’re messy, not that I’m any cleaner but they smell too!

I told my best friend #3 (I’ll number my best friends because there are three of them and I’m pretty sure you won’t remember their names anyway) about it when I got home and he laughed for some reason, saying, “I bet you fit every damn shirt there.” My response was, “No, actually they don’t. Trust me. ;-; I tried.” Then he laughed some more, calling me a “Plus-size baby.”
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Thursday, March 22, 2007

So I'm a bit hungry, but my stomach always seems to think it's yearning for food when I've been up too long. Blargh. The lack of sleep is starting to catch up to me. I need a regular sleeping pattern. I'm not a big fan of sleeping pills but it seems those are the only things that may help at the moment. I'm either up just because I feel like being up or I'm fully awake because the neighbors have no lives or jobs to attend to so they blare their awful music which (a) prevents me from falling asleep, (b) I’m sure no one likes the base of some rap song reverberating through their house, and (c) …Well I’m clearly too tired to figure out what my third point was but God damnit I’m sure it would have been a good one.

Ok. So enough talk of that. Before I doze off I guess I’ll prattle on about whatever random thing happened to me this morning. I just took one of those “evil sleeping pills” so I’m feeling pretty strange and ready to rant, so brace yourselves:

I finished all of my Intro to Tech homework just ten minutes before meeting time with Ms. Waller (I’ve known her for over a year now and I’m still not sure whether or not to call her “Miss”, “Mrs.” Or “Mr.” …If you knew her too you’d understand why I threw in “Mr.”) and my parents are out of town but lucky for me my aunt Tiffany just so happen to be sleeping over at my house, so I got a ride to ‘school’. I’m not sure what to call that place either. It’s not really school, but it’s where I pick up and turn in my work each week so I’ll just call it school.

On my way to ‘school’, in the car, we drove by some Baptist Church & Academy place and I saw a bunch of kids playing outside, most likely recess and there was some girl supervising them. She was probably in her early 20’s; my guess would be 22 or 23. I’m not a good guesser so I would advise you not to believe me but you didn’t see her for yourself so I guess you’ll just have to go by what I say. Anyway, she had on some blouse, a hideous pale green cardigan sweater, and a skirt that went way past her knees and…well I don’t know why I was even looking at her so closely but I didn’t know anyone dressed like that anymore. Blame the sleep-deprivation but I was wondering if she only wore that because she was ‘working’ or if she dressed like that all the time.

Yeah, I’m very aware that I am going to Hell (though I doubt there is one) for checking out some lady at a Baptist Church but she was cute. Well her face was anyway; I couldn’t make out her figure through the revolting outfit--my eyes were kind of hurting from the sight. I’m not going to use “L-O-L” but know that I am totally laughing right now. It’s funny, the shit that goes through my head when I’ve been up for a few days. Well I think it’s funny, you probably find it creepy.

But creepy’s funny.
Sometimes(?)

On the way home, Tiffany and I saw a dog, in the middle of the street, a turning lane to be exact, trying to J-Walk across the street. I mean, the thing was looking both ways and everything, being careful to avoid cars. I waited a few moments after we passed it to figure out whether or not I’d really seen that before asking, “Since when the fuck do dogs know how to cross the street?”
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Sunday, March 11, 2007

Yayaya :D
Same old layout
but the music's new
and that changes
everything <3

Plus, the 80's and Marilyn Manson
remakes own your face.

Blah. I got a phone call from an
ex-person today and..well, it
was definitely an awkward conversation.
Hell I think she was stoned. And I'm
wondering why I even answered. :/

Oh well.

Anyone have a good survey
I can post on here? I'm bored.

(Oh yeah) And my ankle feels better. My back is feeling kind of "BLEH" though. I think it's because I fell asleep on the couch watching Adult Swim. It's not the comfiest of couches. When Josh swung by I was complaining about it and he said, "Maybe because you spend too much time on your back."

Now I had only been awake for a couple of hours, so I'll blame the groginess, but it took me awhile to catch on to what he meant by that.
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Friday, March 9, 2007

Fail
It's too bad MyO doesn't supply the posts with a mood emoticon that expresses being hungover.

I don't know what I did yesterday but I'm sore, my ankle hurts, and I have mysterious bite marks in various places. [wtf?] Well I can partially remember the ankle thing. It was rather stupid. I was sitting on the back of my friend's car and she wanted to go inside where my cousin and other friend had gone so she tugged me by the arm and I was forced off the trunk.

Most my 100-pound weight landed on my right ankle. Not fun.
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Monday, March 5, 2007

Heart-breaking News
Because my family is anything but functional, even driving down to a near by McDonald's to pick up some cheeseburgers for dinner is rare. But that's what we did: My mom and I pulled into the parking lot of [surprise, surprise] McDonald's and she brought up the bizarrest of all conversations. She started asking why I hadn't brought any "nice boys" around at all and why I'm always hanging out with "that goofy kid, Andrew".

I guess my mother's in what you'd call: denial.

Her seventeen-year-old daughter's only close friends have always been boys; she used to wear boy clothing when she was ten--not anymore thank you very much; her bedroom walls are completely bare except for the one poster that is [Tanya Chalkin's] "Kiss"; and she has a tanktop that clearly says "WE ARE EVERYWHERE" with a rainbow on it. There is no way she can be that naïve.

..No way.

And Andrew is not goofy! He's...odd and a bit on the feminine side but--hell I forgot what my point was, but no one can make fun of the guy but me.

I guess I should sit in front of the mirror and run my lines until I find the easiest way to put it, "Mommy, I'm a lesbian."
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Saturday, February 17, 2007

Questioned authority
So my driving instructor says the number one cause of accidents is 'Tailgating'. And what causes that? Well, Mr.I-Know-Everything-Driving-Instructor, I believe it's called "PMS-ing". ;D
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