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You guys know Stan, right? Stan the penguin?
If you dont, you should get aquainted. He lives at Mollys' O (Molleta). I currently cant get my HTML right, so I cant link her at the moment ;_;
Australian accents. Hott stuff. ^_~
Talked to Alan last night, and t'was lotsa fun, I assure you.
I was paranoid about the way I talk, my accent, the way I say things, it makes me sound like some ditzy valley girl.
"Like, OMG, he said she said they said I said you said he likes her =O!!111!"
In my opinion, anyways. *blushes* >.<
There are certain things concerning certain somones, when I see stuff, first reaction is like a punch in the gut, a bucket of cold water suddenly dumped on you. Then I get all frustrated, with all the thoughts and questions I cant find answers for that tumble around in my head and make me feel all sorts of conflicting emotions and one second I am like >:O then I am like ;_; and it is all a mess.
I still care, but I cant give a crap anymore, not right now. I am too worn out. u.u
ONE WEEK UNTILL THE CONCERT =O!!!11!1
*does a dance*
My aunt told me the day of the concert, she is going to tell my uncle that I went to an open house thing at the college.
*makes a face* I hate lying, I hate lying..... >_<
He has this thing about music that I became aware of the day one of the radio stations I listen to (The one and the same hosting the concert I be attending =O ) had a contest thing, if you were the 89th caller, you won a Blood Brothers CD.
I decided to call in on my cellphone for fun *shrugs*
Lo and behold, I...actually won. 0.o;;;
When one of the DJ's picked up and said "Congradulations", things got really staticy, so I sprinted outside, so I wouldnt lose the connection. When I could finally hear them properly, I apologized about the signal, and asked them to please repeat what they had said.
In a slightly annoyed voice, the guy asked me for my name. I was blushing like mad while I rambled "Yes! My name! You would want my name! That makes..perfect sense!"
He agreed, yes it would.
I am such a dork, I know. u.u;;
Anyways, I gave him my name and address, and when he asked for a phone number, I gave him the house one, as I can barely get a signal with my cellphone, if I am in the house. Stuff and stuff, hung up, went inside, picked up where I had left off in my Fruits Basket book.
The whole time since my uncle had come home that night, all three or four of his cellphones and the house phone had been ringing up a pretty much constant orchestra, one he had been juggling for a few hours. When the house phone rang, he went to get it, as he figured it for him.
He came in the room with a confused/on the verge of angry look on his face, asking me about why a radio station would be calling me.
Bah. Few seconds left. I will edit this when I can. u.u
Yay for editedness!
*cough* Yes. Anyways, he handed me the phone, and as it turns out, they had forgotten to ask me for my last name, and I had been too excited to remember to tell them.
After I hung up, he asked me what that was all about, and I *sighs* told him about the radio thing. He gave me a dissertation about how music isnt very good, all it does is waste time, he doesnt understand what I get out of it, ect. I brought up the fact I had asked my dad about it in a letter before, and he told me as long as the lyrics were ok, and I wasnt spending every waking moment listening to it, it was perfectly ok. He fumbled a bit, then ended with that there were better things to listen to, other than music.
I had found out he had moved my car earlier (He asked me later how I even got in my car, as he couldnt even fit his legs in and had to adjust the seat. I shrugged, as I fit just fine o.o ), and me not even figuring that anyone else besides myself was going to be in it, left the station to where it was last (Heavy metal/heavy rock).
Did I ever mention the volume handle broke off a long long time ago, and lately has been almost impossible to turn down?
So yeah. I cant stop giggling when I imagine my conservative uncle tryig to fit in the driver's side, getting out to adjust the seat, finally closing the door and basking in complete silence, then turning the key in the ignition to sudden relatively loud heavy metal.
Prolly scared him XD
But I figured later that is probably what brought on the speech that woulda came anyways.
He pushed the thing for the volume in, which turns it off completely, but because the whole thing is pretty broken, it takes a long long time to pull it out/unstick it, and make it work properly. u.u
Ah well...
I tried to send some stuff in the mail yesterday, but couldnt because of the little hinderance of no space to park.
I got frustrated today, and squeezed into a spot that I figured wouldnt hurt, as it would take a few minutes at the most.
The line that greeted me at the post office almost went out the door. >.<
Waited in line, got some of what I needed done, came outside to a soaking wet parking ticket that from what I can make out, might be $49.00. I dont know, I dont care. *throws up hands*
My dork cousin found where I hide my cd player, and took the headphones off. Joke's on him, as I mostly use it to go to sleep, and I havent been listening to it lately. I have been going to sleep pretty early (I am so stressed out *dies*), and when I finally put my head down, I am gone.
*sighs*
Oy, I called one of the places I applied to, and finally was able to talk to the manager-guy (I left a message on his answering machine, I find one from him on ours, ect. Bad cycle.)
He has never heard my name before, as he cant find the application/resume I handed in. Apparently, the person I gave it to at the desk misplaced it so badly it cant be found anywhere.
So tonight, I am going back to fill in another one, then handing to him in person.
That's it for today, peoples. There is no fact for today because I am just too stressed out.
*gives cookies instead* |
