Friday, February 28
I like how my sister defends me.
I don't like how I'm a terribly jealous person.
I don't like how I'm invisible.
I really don't like homework.
Wednesday, February 26
I'm tired of the cold. I love y'all.
So, this week I've done nothing. At all. No homework or anything. But I'm really busy with Rags so it's okay. Yeah, that's right. I'm busy. Woohoo.
I love sandwiches.
Monday, February 24
I get the feeling it might be a little boring to hear the tales of my newest hatred for my parents. Thus, an official summary of my life relating to mom and pop:
Childhood: fought with dad, ok with mom
Preteen: fought with both
Now: fight with both; a lot with mom, pretty ok with dad
(Predicted) Near future: lots of fighting with mom
ANYWAY.
I can't believe how gorgeous it is outside. Wheeeeeeee!
Sunday, February 23
I love my daddy for putting up with me. I don't live with my mom anymore.
Yeah, I’m really sad right now.
Saturday, February 22
I made a one and Solo & Ensemble. Wahoooo.
Now I have to go back to my dad's house for the first time in like three weeks. I miss my dog (and other pets.) I like going there, but I'll be coming back in a few days, and that's just annoying.
Friday, February 21
I really can't believe how much school has consistently sucked since we got back from winter break.
Thursday, February 20
I hate Rags. Stupid musical. I'm tired. Homework sucks. I'm not ready for Solo & Ensemble. AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!
Life's great. Really.
Wednesday, February 19
Wow. It's been like forever. Sorry.
Um, my mom's mad at me...but that's working itself out. As usual.
I love everything.
I think I'm going to fail high school. And life.
Friday, February 14
If this isn't a crime, it should be. I want to cry.
Thing To Do When You're TRULY Bored:
1) make loud sex noises in your room, and, when your mom comes to investigate, tell her you saw a mouse.
That's the end of the "list" because
1) it's entitled Thing To Do When You're TRULY Bored so can only entail one thing...and;
2) that is the only thing that will entertain you if you're TRULY bored. And now I bet you've never been TRULY bored before.
(definition of TRULY bored; adj: a boredom so extreme that it can only be treated by making loud sex noises and telling your mother they were brought on by your phobia of mice)
I love how I managed to make a list about making a list that wasn't even a list.
Sick day!!! Followed by three day weekend!!! The best Valentine's Day EVER was the one on which I didn't have to go to school. Oh man.
Thursday, February 13
Yay for good Thursdays! I left school at 12:45 and went to the optometrist. Guess what I'm wearing RIGHT NOW!!! Oh man. Contacts. Vision. Cool. Yeah, then I went to the orthodontist which took about twenty minutes and was, of course, painless. After that my lovely mom took me to eat at Luby's. Now she's taking a nap and we're soon going to go birthday shopping for Nora. Mother-daughter bonding rocks. AND I got all my homework done already. I even called a lady for my English thing about community service. It was really scary.
Nora made FIRST CHAIR in the all-fucking-state band. I love my sissy.
And Falco's birthday is the 19th. Oh, um, Nora's is the 16th, and who cares, let's get back to FALCO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Just kidding. I care. YAY NORA!!! (...and yay Falco!!!)
Wednesday, February 12
Another random favorite song moment:
Puttin' on the Ritz (Taco) when the weird voice goes "super-duper."
Woot. Toow. Heh. Yay for Linz.
By the way, a project that makes you want to shoot yourself just isn't right.
I hate how I'll come home and flop down on my bed, music blaring in the background (a scene right out of a movie) and find myself with NOTHING TO DO. No drugs to try. Nothing to drink. No one to screw. Man. So I get online.
Monday, February 10
So, I love my mom...
Second coolest thing ever:
Nora and I did our hair and stuff and realized that we looked like Blossom and Six (I was Six, of course.) I miss that show. You know, Blossom, in case you're a deprived fool who hasn't yet picked up on what I'm talking about.
P.S.
I'm a fool for falling in love like three times a day. And, Posse, loves, I wish I was asexual. Or something. You know.
Sunday, February 9
Obviously I'm a horrible daughter, because for the next month I'm grounded, and if I don't bring my stupid french horn home EVERY DAY to practice (which is a big deal, despite how petty it sounds, because I have braces and my horn is heavy...) then she's going to like eat me or something, and not allow me to be in any band related function ever again, or have lessons anymore. Oh, and today on the way to my lesson, she told me I was acting like an asshole, and I told her that it was a reaction to her acting like a bitch, so when we got to Mrs Humphrey's house she went in and told my teacher something (I don't even want to know) and then we went home. Oh god. And so, if my mom reads this and gets mad at me for breaking her little 'no computer' command, I'm going to disown her, or something, because she ISN'T SUPPOSED TO READ MY BLOG. I'm so mad. I like french horn. Man. I can't believe she gets away with acting like a four year old.
Friday, February 7
The highlight of my day was when Arend started doodling on my sheet of paper, like he often does in English. Yeah, it's cool. There's a guy whose hair is on fire, and a murderous elephant. Man. Arend. Excuse me, Arrrrrrend.
Wednesday, February 5
It's not going to be funny when I have some insane nervous breakdown and start screaming and crying and ripping off my skin at school. Come on, it's bound to happen. Obviously. I hate summers. I love life. I love people because they scare the shit out of me but never even know it. I don't think humans can smell fear. Sometimes I can be excruciatingly blind. Like earlier, I was sitting with Amber, starring straight ahead, and this girl walked right through my line of vision. Amber said something about her, and I had no recollection of anyone walking by. On the other hand, I managed to hear some interesting things while eavesdropping. You know how in The Golden Compass the witches aren't actually invisible, they just go unnoticed? Yeah, that's me. I drift by. Most of the time, people don't talk to me; they talk at me. Because they know I'm there, but they don't get it. I'm probably talking about you right now. Or maybe not. I'm sure you know who you are. Actually, I'm sure you don't. You're so oblivious. I'm so oblivious. I wonder how often someone's talking about me? Oh man. It's so perplexing. Insanely satisfying. I'll laugh when you die, but don't you dare suffer. I want to bleed to death. But not now. Even though my day sucked, I always say it didn't. It's not like it matters. I feel great right now. It's all about the present, dear. One long dream. I hope I never wake up. I know I'll never get what I want. But neither will you, so it's ok. I refuse to put up with people any longer. Tell me your problems. I'll laugh, then give you some bullshit advice, then give you some real advice, then tell you I'm insane. And you'll always take the bullshit.
Right now, I'm talking at you.
Monday, February 3
OH MAN. How could I forget the very BEST part of my day? Holly and I decided that guys always think I like them because I constantly bring up sex in conversation. In a completely non sexual way. HAHAHA...
That is such a weird habit to have. I wish I could remember when that started.
I was recently reminded of my FAVORITE SONG MOMENT EVER.
In Man in the Box, by Alice in Chains, the guy (Layne Staley) sings "Jesus Christ" in a really whiny way that makes me want to lick him. Well, maybe not, because he's dead...and you know... But yeah. I love that. I'm sure that was more than you needed to know.
By the way, I don't actually ever have the urge to lick anyone.
So, I'm amused because my life is as lovely as ever, but everyone else's seems to suck right now. While I'd love for everyone to be happy, I think that it makes me miserable when no one else is. Hey, what can I say?
Sunday, February 2
I believe I can call this the best weekend of my life. I'm so infatuated with everything. It's great. I swear, the world is shrinking.
By the way, it's immensely satisfying to find out that some people think you're insane. *cough*Eric*cough*
Actually, it's immensely satisfying to find out that anyone you only kinda know thinks you're anything.
(Patrick called me smart. Hehehe. Right now I sound really stupid.)
Ten minutes later I'm here at my mom's and the world is wonderful because the computer works fine!!! It's been such a good day.
I'm headed to my mom's house for two weeks. Because life hates me, despite my love for it, her computer isn't working. So, it may be a while before I return. Unless, of course, I'm granted a miracle. Yeah. I know.
Saturday, February 1
Today was GREAT. Oh man. I woke up at 6:30, threw up, and went back to sleep. But that's not the best part. I finally got up at noon and loitered online until 2:00. Then I went to the mall with Holly and ate pizza, which made me feel nauseous. Then was the band concert. Nora braided my hair for me and I wore her clothes and I felt lovely. I think I played pretty badly, but it could've been worse. So, Nora and I got home and decided to go to Amy's Ice Cream instead of moping around. Now we're home and I'm ECSTATIC. The post may seem really sarcastic, but it isn't. Today was AWESOME!
And I have the BEST SISTER EVER. I can’t believe how lucky I am.
