SCREWING AROUND ELSEWHERE

Last monday, I signed up on DeviantArt.

With the same screen-name basically--TheLovelyChemist. There's a journal on DA that I frequently write in, so I haven't paid much attention to my poor Blogger account. I should write in it more. My dreams are getting stranger and stranger. But by the time I get to write about my dreams, it's late in the day, and I've forgotten most of it.

I've been forgetting alot lately. I forget to take my phone with me often. The thing is, I put the damned thing where I figure I won't forget it, and before I leave the house, I forget it. I put the damned thing RIGHT ON MY BED. Usually it's hanging out on the pillow next to mine (I have a full-sized bed, as compared to a twin, to roam around on and throw shit on and shit), but last night it was on my pillow, charging because the chord wasn't long enough to reach to the other side of the bed. You'd think that I would definetly remember my phone screeching at me to wake up at 6:30 and 6:45 in the morning but, this is my routine in which I frequently forget my phone:

• Wake up
• Take a shower
• Put clothes on and put my hair up in a clip
• Venture outside my room
• Either make breakfast or go to my mother's bathroom to blow-dry my hair (I don't have a blow-dryer, just a straightener)
• Go back to my bathroom to straighten my bangs, if I'm in the mood.
• Make a two-minute breakfast (often instant oatmeal or Hot Pockets)
• While the breakfast is cooking/making itself thicker/getting ready, go back to my room and bring back three items to the kitchen--my huge-ass purse, my huge-ass backpack, and my huge-ass lunchbox (it's huge as far as lunchboxes go)
• Eat breakfast
• While eating breakfast "prepare" lunch (throwing in frozen foods and other snacks)
• Turn off the light and heater in my room.
• Close the door.
• Swallow horse pills for no reason, plus one allergy pill.
• Walk out the door.

You'd think that when I'm in my room, turning off the electric things, I'd remember to bring my phone with me. Wrong. If it's something that doesn't call for immediate concern, like a heater that potentially left on all day could burn the house down, or a staggering cost on the electric bill because my light was left on, I normally forget about it.

I'm terrible at remembering things. If I have an assignment for school where I have to memorize things, I'll more often than not fail it. Sometimes I can remember little things, such as a quick quote from The Catcher In The Rye, "So long, you jerks!" or something to that effect.

I'm in love with The Catcher In The Rye, and I intend on one day illustrating it or something, but I can't wait until we read The Great Gatsby, because I love the Roarin' Twenties. Flappers, Prohibition, Pinstripes, Zoot-Suits and all that wonderful shit. It was a time where stories are coming out the yin-yang from fast talkers and innocent bystanders. Oh yeah, don't forget them Tommy guns. Holy shit, I want one of those. I'd look like a badass. Or a poser. xDD

DIRTY STUPID ME

I looked up the meaning of the snakes last night and alot of it had sexual connotations with it. Some of it meant stupid things like "impending doom" or your fears were haunting you or some shit. I figure if I have fears haunting me, I'll dream about those rather than some stupid symbol about them.

I made a Gackt station on Pandora and I get all this japanese music now. It's pretty rad. I have like thirteen stations on my one account. Is that too much? I've been told I have an eclectic taste in music, so it's not too terrible that I've got so many stations, but I've never really met anyone else with a Pandora account, besides Mr. Cram and maybe Garrett, but I figure they have shallow tastes in music. I know that Garrett likes techno and heavy metal and at least one Miley Cyrus song. Not kidding. It's a really annoying song, too.

I remember being in Web Design and sometimes I'd hear him blaring his high-pitched Japanese girl songs all the way to kingdom come and I'd laugh. The songs just sound stupid from far away.

Kind of reminds me of the time I went to Tucson for a family reunion and Zack listened to one song over and over again the whole three or so hours. Good song, I'll admit, but not something I'd listen to over and over again. He must have had the volume up at 80 decibles or something. The rest of us could hear it all and we told him fifteen times in the beginning to turn it down, but he would just turn it back up. We just gave up and hoped that he would go deaf and regret putting the music up so loud and be a real example to everyone he knew. But no, he has still retained his hearing and is still obnoxious as ever.

I've read The Catcher in the Rye all the way up to the point where Holden rents a room and watches this old guy dress himself in a black evening dress. I laughed. I love it when a book makes me laugh. And I agree with what Holden says about calling up your favorite authors anytime--except, we took some notes on J.D Salinger today and Diddy said that he hated criticism and publicity. So I guess praising him on that one part would be out of the idea. And he made a hermit out of himself, too, so I guess going to get a hamburger or something and just shooting the shit would be out of the question.

Why do the coolest people always have to be such assholes? xDD

YOUR ARM ROTS THE DAY BREAKS

I want to play KH.

But I haven't played Dragon Quest in a day.

I guess I'll play Dragon Quest again until I am satisfied.

Also, my mother has "banned" me from using the internet at home. At all. I wonder what she thinks she's getting out of it. It's not like I sit there for hours after school and stare at the damned screen. More often than not, I'm doing something else not internet/computer-related.

I'm supposed to go to Bee's house today. For a party. I want to go, but then I don't, because I haven't made gifts for everyone. I've only made gifts for Bee and Muppet.

Steph is going back to Texas. Today was my Love Day, and I haven't made anything for her. I feel terrible.

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I have Catcher in the Rye now. I read about the bit where he pays a hooker but does nothing to her. I also read a little bit of the beginning but didn't pay much attention.

I bought Genkaku Picasso and a koi-designed notepad. The manga is pretty cool--some kid with artistic talent better than me helping people in uncanny supernatural ways is awesome. The only reason I don't throw down the book in anger is because Hikari is fictional and the real artist is somewhere around 30. He may have had a talent for drawing, but he still needed to go to school.

Hikari likes to draw water. Howthephuck do you draw water? Honestly? Whenever he draws water, there are little swirls on the page. I thought water just flowed smoothly. Why are there little swirls on the page? Whatever. It looks pretty.

I have to pee. And I'm hungry. I have to pee and I'm hungry. The beef cooking in the oven smells like heaven.


Today, Jay came up to me. I wasn't all too surprised that he chose me to talk to--after all, I've spoken to him before, and it's not like he's stuck-up or anything. But I was confuzzled. He mentioned my sky-high converse shoes.

Oh I didn't mention that. Or did I? Anyway, I got those calf-high (sky-high) chucks from the mall. I've wanted them for three years and now, I finally have them. Pain in the ass to pull up my legs, but for $70, it's worth every tax penny.

Anyway, Jay said he heard about them, and I said, "Yeah, they were a birthday gift. Well, Christmas and birthday."

"Your birthday is on Christmas?"

"No, but it's so close that my presents just get smooshed together."

Then he went on to tell me about how his birthday was pretty much overlooked, because it was on the weekend they have state for track and all and they can't really celebrate, cuz he's not supposed to eat anything unhealthy and he'd be watching people eat cake he can't have. And the week before is Mother's Day. And then the week after, something else happens. I forgot.

"Nobody likes me," he said.

I almost wanted to say, "Well, I like you," but I didn't because I didn't want him to take it the wrong way. I like him as a person. He's a cool person to be around. But I'm not dying to be the girl on his arm, you know? So I just stayed silent and wondered if he was trying to make me feel sad for him. Cuz it wasn't really working. I mean, I felt bad but I was like, "why are you telling me all this?"

So then he left. "Good talk," he said.

((This post was written sometime last week and I decided to finish it based on what I remember. It was too good to throw away.))

BACK TO SKEWL

Here I am, in Diddy's room.

I don't have much homework. Just a last question on a Math assignment and some stuff for English. I need to buy Catcher in the Rye. I'm really excited to read it. So far, all I know is that it's about a kid who runs away from his boarding school and pays a hooker but is too nervous to know what to do with her.

I'm glad Diddy's back.