listening:: "ride [radio mix]" - the vines
Okay, so...yesterday dLand was being a tough biatch and wouldn't let me post, so here's yesterday's entry:
"listening:: "sun doesn't rise" - mushroomhead
Today wasn't such an anti-people day for me.
AMANDA IS ENGAGED! I'm so happy for her! But it also comes as a really big shock, as would be expected. I mean, c'mon, what do you say to something like that? So instead, I asked questions. She and her fiance, Brian, have been dating for eleven months. And get this: he lives in Massachussetts. So that's a long-distance relationship that actually worked and now they're getting effing married. They visit each other for weeks at a time during the summer and on holidays, so it's not like they don't have that experience of experiencing each other's quirks. It seems like everyone is getting engaged these days. 'Cept for me! My parents don't even have any rules on marraige. I think that's because they never considered it a big priority. I'm always telling them, "You're so domesticated!" And they're always saying, "You'll find someone one day" And then I'm like "I'm bitter!" I just want a crazy wild rave drugs killing whee adventure fantasy tequila life. But maybe I just haven't been disillusioned yet? BUT ENOUGH ABOUT LIFE.
Back to school! I see Nana and Lareale and Nessa in the halls, which isn't cool because they all rock and I have no classes with them. I've already complained about this, haven't I? wtf I'm running out of things to complain about. Oh I got one. My loofah fell apart in the shower the other day. I didn't know they were made by scrunching up that loofah material into a big pretty ball. How neat. But now I can't use it. (Everyone knows what a loofah is, right?)
Oh I got another one. My little brother forgot to take his orange crayon out of his pants before they went through the wash, so all the clothes in the dryer got melted crayon all over them. My dad almost got really pissed, too, because mom's like "I think all your fishing shirts were in there. (pause) Oh wait, they're still in the washer." He's got about six of these Columbia fishing shirts made out of this material that water slides right off of and they're all nice and stuff. He has them in every manly color of the rainbow.
I think I finally figured out what's wrong with me. I think too much about myself. And I have too much presence most of the time, and I think that intimidates other people. This includes my tendency to be loud and laugh too much, which I think annoys people. But if I'm too quiet, then people either assume I'm stuck up or they just leave me out of conversations (in large groups of people). Wait, I'm supposed to be talking about why I want to be nicer to people. This isn't working.
Ever since school's started, I'm really feeling the "there's not enough time in the day" statement. The bus has been dropping me off late, so I get home around 5:30, which means I need to do all of the next day's homework and eat dinner and take a shower before 8:30, leaving me an hour of free time if I'm lucky. So basically, I have no time to sew big projects, except on the weekends, and I don't get to be on the computer for more than thirty minutes on a school night, and I barely have any time for TV. *Whine whine bitch bitch*
This sucks, and Amanda's engaged."
End old entry. Hey this is like finding four cookies in the bag of three you buy for a dollar at school! Because instead of just ONE entry, you get TWO. Whee-haw! Wow. Sorry. This heat...it messes with people.
Okay, did anyone else watch Last Comic Standing last night? Holy crap, that was the funniest. I think I want Gary Gulman to win! Everything he does and says makes me laugh. I think I have a crush on him. No I do have a crush on him. <3 Anyone who makes me laugh alot I usually fall for. But I have to draw the line sometimes. ^_^ Like if you're a fat pervy creep but your pervy sense of humor makes me laugh sometimes, I'm not going to pin you down and hump you, much less like you at all. Ahem. Just an example.
Kristin's riding my bus again. *Shakes head* We have such a history. The long and short of it is: she's a fucking bitch and I don't like her. After some asking around, no one else on our bus does either. Haha. (Inner voice): STOP IT CHRISTINE! (End inner voice) Oh yeah. I'm supposed to be trying to stop cussing. And I'm supposed to try to be nicer to people. Anyway, I thought I'd be an ultra-bitch to her, but instead I'm being tolerant, which I think is very nice of me.
Mr. Cimorra smokes when we're not looking. (Everyday is an adventure in high school!)
Nessa has my lunch! But I had nothing to say because I'm boring when I eat. *Sigh*
Well, nothing exciting really happened today, so instead of exciting tales of Christine's daring excursions, I made some pretty dolls for your enjoyment on this freaking awesome dollmaker site:
Here's what I wish I looked like, with black hair and red eyes:
Here's a couple (okay, hella lot!) self dolly portraits:
It's addictive, what can I say?