THINKING

A few songs have been stuck in my head lately.

"Zero" by Yeah Yeah Yeahs, namely these lyrics: "Makes me feel like a madman on the run"
"Get to know it in the dark, get to know whether you're crying, crying, crying, oh
Can you climb, climb, climb higher?"

There are others, but I don't remember them now.

ANOTHER ONE?

Please, please, PLEASE tell me this isn't another one of those n00bs who believe that they don't "need" anatomy.

Cuz honestly, I'll fucking scream. D8

Not joking. I haven't been able to check the reply for this, but if he/she continues to plead her case, I'm gunna have a nervous breakdown.

THE DIFFERENCES

between Google Chrome and Internet Explorer.

Benefits of Chrome:

99.99% of the time, the tabs and windows close. Each new window comes up as a tab MOST of the time; I like this. Great for listening to Pandora and scanning through DA (which is what I use it for mostly). Doesn't take freaking forever for a page to load. Has a nice blank tab page which I can customize with cool themes. 8D

Cons of Chrome:

Not compatible with all sites, such as Hotmail, Facebook (which I don't use anyway), and some "official" sites. Can't click on some links on Flash files, i.e. Pandora... T^T

Benefits of IE:

Compatible with everything.

Cons of IE:

Takes twice as long as Chrome to load a page, and whenever I try to open a tab, the tab may not load until ten minutes later (mind, I CAN open up another FULLY FUNCTIONAL tab while it's loading). Closing tabs is a pain in the ass; especially if the page isn't responding. They may take up as much as 20 minutes to never to close. I may even have to restart the computer JUST to get IE working properly again. Some of this may be the fault of our internet-blocky server thingy (which I know the pw to anyway, so it's not too much of a pain) and the tracking cookies.

So, I think I'll stay with Chrome for the most part, but for things I can't do, I'll have to settle for IE.

Maybe I should add Firefox to our repetoire.

SLEEPY TIME

I am constantly waking up at 6:00 in the morning, scared to death that my dad will come in and tell ME to wake up and get ready. He has to go into my brother's room next door to wake him up, because he never wakes up on his own. It's irrational to think that I'll be bothered, but I freak out cuz I'm like, "ITS TIEM TO SLEEP NAO LEAVE ME ALONE WITH YOUR NOISY NOISES PLOX."

This morning, at about 6:40, my mother came in and just kinda fell asleep next to me. It reminded me of when I was little, and she would put me to sleep by holding me. She'd move and I'd cling to her, because I knew that in the morning, I would wake up and she wouldn't be there. For being four, or five, or whatever, I was kinda smart. I knew that my mom would wait until I was asleep, and then leave to go to HER bedroom with my dad, who I figured was big enough to sleep on his own and not need my mother to put him to sleep.

Anyway, we just kinda slept there until about 6:50 or so (I know this because we got up about five minutes after my phone rang for the 6:45 alarm), then we both went to get ready for the day. It was strange. One of those rare mornings when my mother isn't completely all "GRAAWRRNAHHGRRR" at us. xD

And I have basically nothing to do for my second hour. Updates on Jackassery to come soon. xD

IT FEELS GOOD

To get some work done. 8D

I just killed like eight birds with one stone. So many different assignments done in so little time. It was awesome.

Oh yeah, BTW, don't fuck with my mother in the morning. Yesterday, I began to explain to her that when I ate White Castle cheeseburgers for breakfast, I felt something of an adrenaline high all throughout the day. I said it might be because somebody at the burger-making factory slipped drugs into it, like shrooms or something. Then my mother got all freaky, unable to take a joke, and snapped at me like, "If you had shrooms, you would be freaking out and hallucinating." This morning I said some similar joke-thing--like the dogs aren't really in the laundry room, it's the rabid pig-hampsters scratching and howling at the door. She didn't freak out this time. Maybe yesterday was just a bad morning.

Also, this greatly amuses me:

It brings great joy to my heart to see Peach in fishnets and dark clothing. I dunno who made it, I found it years ago (or just a long time ago). All hail dark peachyness!

Also, I thought this was cool as well:

Found here. I love Daft Punk, basically with half of my ass and a rather large chunk of my heart (that's alot, by the way, if you know what my ass looks like xD). Before I die, I must make these suits and wear them to public Christmas events. 8D That would be FUCKIN IT!

GETTING IN ON THE SCENE

Is it just me, or do scene kids all look the same? It's like emo, but with more outrageous hair, and obsession with a camera and an even faker front. I saw some lineart on DeviantArt for "scenedogs", and it was kinda funny. Attractive, even, because the artist was REALLY GOOD. But honestly. No.

I actually don't write as much in my DA journal than I said I do. The last time I wrote in it, it might have been last week. Or two weeks ago. I dunno.

This week and last really seemed to just fly by. I don't know why. Last weekend seemed like yesterday. Or maybe I'm just thinking crooked (as opposed to thinking straight).

I woke up late this morning, and had this dream that I was getting ready to go to school (like most of my morning dreams). I dreamt that I sat there popping a pimple on the side of my mouth, and for some reason, my mouth started to fill with water, like I was rising my mouth out, or something. I dunno. I have strange dreams. Then I woke up and checked the time and it was already 7:00. I figured, "hell with it, I'll take a shower. We're always late anyway. And it's a B-day. And a half day. And Mom will take me out to Starbucks afterward. 8D

I need a job, cuz I brokkee... T^T

HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY

Valentines day!

I got chocolate-covered fortune cookies for valentines this year. They're covered with pink heart sprinkles. 8D Apparently, you can learn the phrase "I love you" in like, six or seven different languages.

So, today I revert back to my twelve-year-old self with all the anime nonsense. Well, asian food. Whatever. I got to make muffins in Cooking class and they came out okay. A bit on the undercooked side, even though we put them in for five minutes longer than the recipe called for.

Anyway, I haven't posted here much cuz I've been obsessed with Deviantart. And maybe going into FeralHeart, if I can download it without too much trouble. Cuz honestly, I don't want to get into a game with all these bugs and stuff. But FeralHeart looks like a fangirl game, all full of super-colorful sparkledogs and lions.


Over the weekend, I began to read the TvTropes list of 'tropes for Kingdom Hearts. Holy shizznat, do they love to play up them tropes. Alot of them are BAD tropes. Like the single most important hole in the plot: once upon a time, Sora couldn't fight off baddies with a wooden sword. Then, all of a sudden, he gets a keyblade and can kick ass. BUT WHAIT! If the Keyblade is the only weapon capable of killing off heartless, the what the fuck are Goofy and Donald doing? They fight, and sure enough, after a long enough period of time and some leveling up, they might actually do all the work for you. But then they clear it up in later games, saying that other weapons can defeat the heartless, but only the Keyblade can collect the hearts. So, now we have this problem of Sora's not-being-able-to-harm-heartless stage in the game, where for 30-something seconds all of your attacks were worthless. So, you must now consider one of three options: a) Sora is dreaming all this shit up, and nothing is really real, b) Heartless are immune to wood, or c) The director of the game isn't paying attention to details. Or all three. Your choice.

I think that Director Nomura just made this his game of complete what-the-fuckery. Anything and everything he thought was cool and badass, he just plopped it right on top. Zippers and black cloaks? Shure. Outrageous hairstyles? Of course. Weird-ass semi-empathetic weapons? Why not? Throw in some personal obsessions and you've got a cult-producing video game (and manga).

Carried the post over from Valentines day, cuz I didn't have enough time to fill it.

And, um, I thought this was interesting.

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.

ALSO

Last night my mother and I went to Ross. We bought clothes. I got a cute dress, a skirt and a kickass pair of shoes, all that I could wear to Prom, for under 50 bucks.

Now, I need an above-semi-formal occassion to wear it to.

THUNDER OR WHAT?

I had a dream last night of which I don't remember much, but I did remember hearing the thundering footsteps of a Big Daddy.

5:40 in the morning, I hear a knock on my door. I also hear the thundering noise again, coming in five-second intervals. I went to the door and expected to see my Son there. He was sick all last night throwing up--I think it's because he didn't wash his hands after handling the crabs and then eating. I saw him there and he asked me, "What's that noise?"

"Maybe it's the dogs," I replied. My mother and I had brought in the dogs last night because we had heard that the temperature would be below freezing. We went to the laundry room, where they stayed. The noise was definetly louder there, but it wasn't coming from the dogs. In fact, the animals were dead silent. "It's not them."

"They must be scared out of their minds," Son said. I wondered what it could be. It sounded like the Jolly Green Giant flicking the roof or something. I turned and spied a red light outside the window to the front of the house.

We went to it and saw a truck with some sort of crane leading up to the roof. I wondered what they were doing, but they certainly couldn't be doing any sort of evil if they were being loud like this, and Mike or Mom wasn't freaking out. I considered asking them about it, but I figured they were asleep. So I went back to bed, still hearing the house-rattling BOOM every five seconds.

After a while, it stopped. I went back to sleep.

Later that morning, my mother came into my room to say good-bye. I asked her what the noise was, and she said it was people putting shingles on our roof. I considered this: Wouldn't that take more than five or so minutes of BOOMing? But they only put those shingles on our house, not really setting them down and stuff. I'm sure stapling shingles into place would be alot quieter.

MOAR CREATURES IN THIS HOWSE

Yesterday, with River, we went to PetSmart and got a pair of hermit crabs. They're really cute, even thought they don't do much. We named them Julio and Consuela. Julio is the larger one. At first, when we put the hermit crabs in the ten-gallon tank, Consuela was the first to roam around. She found herself a spot to burrow in and has stayed there ever since. Julio was different. He wouldn't move for anything for the first half hour, but later, I spied him in a different place, creeping back into his shell after I had tromped into the room. He's scared of people. Each time I went back into the room after that, I saw Julio crawling around--so I creeped in quietly and watched his slow progression towards the banana chip treats.

Later, as I played Bioshock 2, my brother and I noticed him putting his legs and claws up against the glass, towards us. I wondered what he expected to achieve by doing this. Was he angry at us for taking him in captivity? Or did he want to be closer? Either way, we did nothing to him and watched in semi-fascination.

Son wanted to know how to tell the difference between male and female hermit crabs, so he went to look it up. We never bothered to ask the people at PetSmart what they were. He came back later and told me that females will have two small dots on their undersides. Okay. First, the crab needs to be compliant and come out of its shell. THEN you can check for their two-dot thingy.

I think that we know for sure that Julio is not female. Now we wait for Consuela to be nice and quit sleeping.

ABANDONING YOU

I was so wrapped up in video games that I never bothered to write in my blog. It's more like a journal, really. But easier to write in. It doesn't take .5 seconds to write a letter. And 2 seconds to write a word. More like .5 seconds to write a word, if that makes any sense.

I've been thinking more in numbers lately, believe it or not. Like how my dream last night was about how black holes appear--that when there is a negative integer in the XYZ matrix, a black hole appears. It doesn't make any sense at all, but it did while I was asleep. And the two hours afterwards.

For Christmas, I accquired a number of things. Most of it money. My parents think I'm hard to buy for. Am I? Honestly, I appreciate every gift I recieve, even if it's something I have to act like I like. They thought of me, and that's all that counts. For Christmas Eve, I was over at my Dad's house, and we got to open up gifts three days early. It wasn't because anyone was impatient--okay, maybe the ten-year-old with ADHD was--but it was because the gifts we recieved would be so much more fun if we got to use them. The boys got Nerf guns, which I helped assemble. I like being a helping hand on the battlefield. xD I recieved a blanket and pillow set, a macramé set, gift cards, a suede-covered sketchbook, calligraphy pens and candy. I've been making macramé bracelets since, slept with that pillow and blanket more than once (It resides over at my father's house along with the asian Lung plushie and Skunky), drawn in the sketchbook, and eaten all the chocolate I could find in the candy when my period got me in the change-my-drawers-three-times-a-day blues. I also used the calligraphy pens. Once. I haven't done any calligraphy in a little over a year. I used one of the gift cards--an iTunes gift card. I got Chopin, Janis Joplin, Jefferson Airplane (not Starship), Beirut, Oceanlab, AC/DC, Guns n' Roses and Stevie Ray Vaughn all on one disc--of course, many separate songs. I am in possession of only one Chopin and Stevie Ray Vaughn song. The others, I have more than one.

At my grandmother's house, I recieved a much smaller amount of gifts but the significance was just as much if not higher. Scrabble slam, a hand-sewn shawl with pockets on each side, and a sewing box with a whole manner of sewing goodies inside, including but not limited to: a pair of scizzors, a ton of pins, tracing paper, a tape measure, and a wire necklace made by a distant relative. It was a cute gift. I'm officially the old lady of the house.

At home, we opened our presents on Christmas Eve because a few people wouldn't be able to attend the Christmas party. I recieved a box and a basket. My son gave me a pair of mukluks I am currently wearing. It feels like walking on a cloud. My mother and step-father gave me gifts of money, a gift certificate to a professional hair place, candy, lotion and a cinnamon candle. My mother's boss, whom she is close with, gave us all a sum of two hundred and fifty dollars in gift cards. Maybe less. I forgot the exact number. I gave my son a DS Lite so that we can both play, instead of him using my DS all the time. He was estatic. He's also enjoying the Final Fantasy on DS as well. FF never dies.

Christmas Day, we had the party at our house. I didn't get any gifts from anyone, but my cousin Sebastian gave a number of people Christmas cards with two dollar bills in them. Not two separate bills, but one bill with the number two on it. I love Sebastian. He's so quirky. He's got hand writing like a serial killer and a moustache and goatee combination like Robin Hood from Men in Tights. xDD

Now is the best part of Christmas: enjoying the loot and gobbling up the rest of the feast.

I've been playing Bioshock 2, borrowed from my dad and his girlfriend. It's great. I never played the first one. It gives me a terrible headache after two hours, but it's worth it.

I didn't get any clothes this year. Strange. That's one of the many things I expect.

Happy Birthday, Jesus.

SUDDENLY BLOCKED

The school has now blocked me from seeing my blog posts. But they can't stop me from posting. >8D

Today is my brother's birthday. Next week it will be mine. We were both concieved on the same day, but we're about a week apart. Weird, I know. We have the same birthday month, but we're not twins. xD

I am obsessed with tails. That's why Miles "Tails" Prower is my favorite Sonic character (no, that's not really the reason--it's because he's yellow and cute and has TWO TAILS ♥♥♥). But I have always wanted a tail. Lately, I've been thinking that a prehensile tail would be best, because not only would it look cool, but it would be able to grab things. Like a third hand. 8D

Last night, I was watching Babylon A.D. until about 11:00. I didn't get to see all of it. I love Vin Diesel. He's sexay. 8D I told my mother he's handsome and she told me, "Eh, he's got a nice body but, he's lacking in that area." Whatever mum. I think he's handsome.

Anyway, while I was watching it, the dogs were inside, just hanging, when all of a sudden, I smelled the fiercest, most disgusting stench that could ever invade my home. It smelled like ass that hadn't been washed for eight years. "Ohmigawd," I said, and looked down. Sitting right below me was my black pit-mix Hershey. The nasty bitch. "Dude, that was Hershey! Hershey just farted! Ugh!"

Dog farts are the worst. Like, no shit, it was like rotten egg on top of rotten meat on top of unwashed ass. Add a little skunk for good measure. Holy fuck, that dog can smell.

I turned the fan on. When Mike came out to tell us to turn the TV off and stop watching muscly Vin Diesel goodness, he asked why the fan was turned on. "Hershey farted," I told him.

"You don't need to turn the fan on for a dog fart," he said.

"No, you don't understand," I told him, "IT STANK!"

I turned it off anyway, since nobody would be in there, and went to bed.

OWWWWIIIIEEEE

My tummy hurts. I want to go home. I wish I could have stayed home. I don't want to be at school right now.

Yesterday, I missed church because I was sick. Cold and all that. Mucus up in my nose and all. It wasn't very pleasant. This morning, my mother made me a Jimmy Dean sausage crossiant patty thingy and I couldn't eat it. Every time I bit into it, I would gag. So, I have nothing in my stomach today. I wonder if I'll throw up before lunch, so I don't have to waste that as well.

I want to throw up now and go home.

NOT THE FIRST TIME

I had a relatively bad day today.

First, I forgot my pencil bag (or lost it, I don't know which) and couldn't do ANYTHING in my first hour, so I borrowed a pen from Barefoot and it was all-right later.

But then, my mother called me and I was hoping it was going to be about my lost pencil bag and she found it in her car and was going to drop it off for me. But of course not. Instead, she called me to say that I was failing classes and needed to talk to x and x teacher. I asked her about my pencil bag, but she said she didn't see it in her car. Damn.

THEN, I go to talk to x-teacher. He tells me that I need to give him back a test, because the grade wasn't in, and that's why my grade was so bad. I also needed to do such and such assignment. All-right, I said, chipper as a fiddle (that doesn't make much sense but whatever), and went to retrieve my test. I go back, and it turns out that his door is locked. WTF? He KNEW that I was coming back to give him the paper! Why was it locked? So, dutifully, I sat and waited outside his door for about 15-30 minutes. Some man walked to the door and tried it, without much success. Finally, I stood and figured, "I'll come back in ten minutes."

I go to Diddy's room and sit and do some HW. Girls are in there talking about buying fetish toys for significant others/friends they joke with. They leave and I inform Diddy of two things: I was once tricked into searching "lap dance" on the computers as an uninformed 5th or 6th grader, and a kid who liked me before, didn't pay much attention to me again, was now paying attention to me again. I feel bad. I don't want to have to shoot him down. I've got too many things to do, not enough time to nourish a romantic relationship. I'll wait until after I'm done with school.

Mother calls me. I tell her the news about the x-teacher not opening up. She tells me to go back. So I do. Turns out, the door isn't locked anymore. I do my stuff and get out.

I go back to Diddy's room. A girl invites me to go to First Fridays. "I dunno," I tell her, but she wants my phone number anyway. So I get hers, call her later once I get a somewhat straight "yes" from the Parental Guidances. Her car is overheating. "I'll text you the number," she says. I don't have texting. So she just tells me. I write it down and call this girl.

She doesn't answer, and her answering machine says that I should text her if I really want to talk to her. But I leave a message anyway.

About 15-30 minutes later, she calls me. "Who is this?" Well, I dunno, numbskull, YOU called ME. Are you meaning to tell me that you call unlabeled numbers and ASK who they are? It could be a pedophile, you dipshit! I tell her who I am. I ask for the plan. They're already on the lightrail. "Whatever, I just won't go," I tell her. "Okay. We'll take lots of pictures for you!" she says. Hang up. I'm not so upset that they just forgot about me, but that this is the SECOND TIME that I've been invited to go to the damned First Fridays and I HAVEN'T GONE for ONE REASON OR ANOTHER.

I think I just might retire from going anywhere with my friends at all. It's usually not that great anymore, anyway.

I'M HEMMORAGING

I like how Hemmoraging has the word "raging" in it. xDDDDD

Today, I go to my Dad's house for Thanksgiving. Is it just me, or is EVERYBODY overlooking this holiday? I mean, sure, Christmas is HUGE, but Thanksgiving isn't just about turkey. Middle-easterners have nothing to do with it anyway (punchline drum, uber fail xDD). But seriously, are we such a materialistic community of people that we ignore the time to get together with our family and eat great food (or not so great food, if Aunt Fanny never quite got that casserole right)? I mean, there's football, too!

I know that Christmas has food, family, AND gifts, not to mention all kinds of TV specials including the good ol' classics on ABC. And there's The Voyage of the Dawn Treader, too. (CAN'T WAIT TO SEE IT, ZOMG) But seriously, people, pay a-freaking-ttention and give thanks. Don't even THINK about putting up your Christmas lights until Black Friday. D8<

Ranting over...

I'm hungry. All I had this morning was toaster waffles, and maybe a bite of two-day-old brownie. But hey! It's still good and moist, unlike my mother's brownies, which she just leaves out on the counter to harden so badly we could sell it to hockey players. I like to be smart and put Seran (sp?) wrap on it, to keep it from flies and things. 8D

Also, apparently someone paid to design the box art for Okami on Wii fucked it up totally.