we got a beautiful new dresser today! it's glorious.
for the girl who has everything.. haha. a place to keep my bazillions of articles of clothing.
i understand if this doesn't seem that cool, but we have needed one for a WHILE. and now we'll have it forever.
and.. i'm a little stoned.
i don't like games. i have rarely ever enjoyed games.
by games i mostly mean sit-down-zone-out video games. but anywhere from GTA to scrabble.
i don't know why.
well, i kinda do. i hate hearing guns firing and that stuuuupid music that i actually hum to myself repeatedly [ but only beacause i enjoy torture ] and all the other characteristics of video-game-drone-whatever.
i almost LIKE silence, no matter how uncomfortable it makes me.
if i enjoyed games, like everyone else i know seems to, i'd probably be included more. i'd have something to say. it'd be casual, and maybe just brought on by my drunkenness, but.. it'd be something.
i'm big on talking. i'm boring that way. i would rather sit in a room with a couple of people and just talk about whatever, granted, i am usually pretty stoned. and then really, i'm not too useful in the talking department.
i also, for the most part, keep my opinions to myself.
i just... have no interest whatsoever to share them.
i don't know what's wrong with me, but it works for me.
ok… its nine in the morning… and the phone rang… and I picked it up… and had this whole CONFUSING conversation with who turns ot to be my aunt… who is SUPPOSED to be in the other room sleeping… as am i…
…weird.
~ i stretch about 800 times before i get out of bed in the morning. not those dorky aerobic stretches [ unitard, anyone? ] but the soft, sensual ones that make me shake. like a cat.
~ i also consider myself a completely different person when i wake up, and about 50% sexier. something about sleepy, smeared eyeliner and underwear that just isn't on right.
~ i have overwhelming guilt sometimes about eating meat, and i'd really love to stop eating it alltogether... but it's like almost impossible for me. sadly, it's along the lines of qutting smoking. bleh.
~ i need a change! i wanna paint every wall in my apartment a different [ complementing ] color.
~ i covered the bathroom door with peices from my favorite CD backings [ like when case is clear and there's art behind the disk. ] i put the booklets and CD's in one of those carriers but i couldn't bear to part with any of the extras. plus, it looks damn cool.
~ i am SO not a neat freak. i used to be, but then i gave up.
~ i don't like to use capitalizations when i'm typing online.
~ i hate it when people fight about punctuation. it's not really that big a f*cking deal, people. get over it.
~ sometimes i wish i had a group of older friends. some of my friends act like children.
~ sometimes i act like children, too.. five of them. at once.
~ i hate the telephone. i feel the wakwardness set in and i freeze up. i also can't understand half of what people say through cellphones. which is also awkward when i'm talking to someone on a cell phone.
~ i hate it when people talk on cellphones while driving. they usually swerve.
~ i don't have a driver's license, or drive, but ive been pulled over in a car before. with a friend sitting next to me dressed like a teddy bear.
~ i hope you read my list.
*aaack acck aaack*
.. no, i didn't think before i swallowed it.
does anybody have any tape? i need to reattatch my head.
whoa, it's 2006 or something.
[ i always did have a slow reaction time.. ]
i need to :
-clean my house [really ]
-hang my clothes back up [likeomagawd. warzone.]
vaccuuuuuuuuuuuuum and do dishes and.. blerghe. all i wanna do, is sit here, staring vacantly into space. for hours. but that'd be a waste of time. not like this isn't a waste of time, i'm pretty much just talking to myself.
my camera isn't near good enough. my mom who's a complete computard has a better camera than me. HMM maybe i'll borrow it.
aah, some day. maybe. three years in June.
i feel like i'm stuck in some horrible rut today. every day i wake up in a different mood, today's mood seems to be:
" nothing is changing. it always stays the same. day in and day out, it's work, then home to get drunk. every day. "
i guess i could, like.. change my job. but i'm not really qualified for snything better than iv'e got anyway.
i haven't worn makeup or done my hair in daaaays [ besides yesterday... but that doesn't count really. just because. ]
i think i'm gonna go blond again. i think. at least until i figure out what color i'm doing next.
or maybe i should just shave my head. [ trust me- i actually.. really SHOULDN'T do that. ]
blaaah.
i can't beleive i'e been here for two and a half years, and nothing new has happened.
i guess i'm gonna get dressed and try to at least make my bangs look not so greasy-grosey.
