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Wednesday, July 26, 2006


Four comments... meh, close enough. XD. I just wanted someone to read my last post because I posted it at like, 8, and MyO counts it as tomorrow at 9. Basically, I wasn't keeping track of the time (mainly because I had to retype the whole friggin' post). So yeah. It was a post I toiled over, and I wanted somebody to read it!

So evidently, no one caught on to the little easter egg in my last post. Ah, a plague o' both your families...

Hm. What's new...? Everyone keeping it shiny? Today I had a cup of hot chocolate. In the middle of July. In record-high temperatures (I take it back when I said it's not a desert here... but the freak flash flood the other day contradicts it). I was in the mood for chocolate, and alas, my parents make it a point never to supply me with anything remotely tasty. So I was browsing the cupboards and made me some hot chocolate. But you don't care much, do you?

Maybe I'll go shopping with Natalie this afternoon... never is Wal-Mart funner than when you're with a cheerleader (How the heck we get along I'll never quite comprehend). But if I do it I'll regret it later. Should probably do some touch-ups on my research... nah. I wanna go to Wal-Mart, dammit!

Yesterday I was looking for houses with my mom... that was... eh. Depressing as you'd expect. There's plenty of nice, cheap places for rent uptown, in the nice suburbs, but my mom... she says she wants a place where I'll still be zoned for the same school,where I'll be near my friends... which means our only reasonable option is the drug-infested, trashy Ranchos. It ticks me off that she's making so much of this depend on me. I don't really care... I'd just like to see her happy. Whether she stays with Jack, whether we move 600 miles away... I don't care. I've only gotta survive 3 more years. Then I'm outta here. They'll never see me again. Sounds like heaven.

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