date: december 22, 2000
time: 12:26 p.m.
listening to: i don't know by hanson
talking to: no one
feeling: wheeee cause i love this song
wearing: jeans and hanson tee and canada sweatshirt
okay, because i'm lazy i'm going to just copy and past two emails that i had sent out over the past couple days, cause i don't want to retype them. buahaha.
first is a really weird dream i had on the night of the 18th.
margo, sarah (not ma), and i found out that diana and walker hanson were going to be at this diner thingy and we wanted to meet them. so i finished chores at my barn and my dad and mom took us over there. we walked past their table, and diana had bleach blonde hair and BANGS, and looked sorta like jenny mccarthy. so as we're walking by, mack is like, on walker's lap and zoe is sitting beside diana, and i turn back and i'm like "yeah but you're pinching my arm though" to sarah, as like a thing to make them notice us. but she really was pinching my arm. we went towards the bathroom, and while we're in there, my friend, zac (who resembles jonny lang slightly), comes in and starts telling me he's the hanson's babysitter. i'm all what the fuck, no, and so he comes back with zoe, as if to prove he was. i didn't notice THEN, but when i woke up, i realized zoe was actually my kitty, zac, in the dream. like, she was a cat. and i was holding her, and i was like "but she's so small... i thought she was almost three? why's she so small?" and was beginning to doubt zac the friend's story. next scene flashes to us sitting at the table with diana and walker (which is now on the other side of the aisle, instead of the one we first saw them at), and zac the friend has turned into taylor, and diana is telling us where they're from. i'm like, "OOHHH, you're from TULSA?" as if i didn't know... then she asks like, am i friends with taylor? and i'm like "better with zac." then i proceeded to tell her how i'm going to move there come summer, but first i need to like, stay in a hotel until i get a job to get money for an apartment. she offers to let me stay in their house until i can find somewhere to stay. then taylor (who originally was zac the friend) turns into zac hanson. but she was offering the house as if i was friends with taylor/zac, but she just didn't know me. and then i wake up.
yes, you're correct, i AM a freak. "class celebrities" by killing heidi just came on. what a dancing song. dancing as in throwing-yourself-around-the-room dancing.
my dreams have been really odd lately. a lot of the time, nevia's in them and we're always in a mall. *snort* or the other night i had one with aspen, and we like, almost died, cause the boards high up in this apartment complex were too weak. eee. it was odd. (chrissy, you're right, e is cute.)
know how i was pissed off cause my dad ditched me for my mom on friday/saturday last week? well my mom's jumped in on this tradition.
the other night she couldn't take five seconds out of her little phone call to do me a favor, nope, you know, the same phone call she's been on for three previous hours. and today she tells me about how she's met some guy on the internet. yes, internet. gee, i'm thinking, doesn't she criticize me EVERY FUCKING chance she gets for having friends on the internet? yes, i believe she does. but now she's got some fucking BOYFRIEND she met ONCE from it. mmhmm, probably the biggest hypocrite i could see.
yup, my mom's gay.
i had the choir concert on tuesday. we did okay, i suppose, though we could've done better. i'm sure mrs. taylor will reem us for it after we back from break. she's such a bitch. oh well.
i'm on break, thank god. our last day was wednesday. and it's a little hard to grasp that christmas is on monday. that's too soon! my mom FINALLY got us a tree and put it up yesterday. the kitties like to tear it apart, however. and we have like, five ornaments. *snort* how pathetic.
(by now, you should've somehow realized what you've gotta do.)
eww, my mom just left to go out with internet-guy.
i went to kmart last night to take my hanson negatives in to copy for some people... well, the woman at the counter unfortunately happened to be the only one there who hates my guts, so she made sure to bitch at me every chance she got about my negatives. then i go, get my tori amos cd that i wanted, and some envelopes, pay for it, blah blah...
and MY MOM FORGETS THE BAG. so five minutes later we realize this and go to get it, and IT'S NOT THERE. nope, some lady walked off with my shit. and of COURSE, kmart can't have more than ONE cd unless it's POPULAR music, so they didnt have my cd...
while i was waiting for her to get the bag, we were like, parked outside the door. so a fucking COP comes up and parks behind us and comes out and i open my door, right? and he's like, "you're in a fire zone" and i'm like, "yeah, i know, i'm sorry, but my mom just went in for second cause we forgot our bag..." and he's like, "i've been driving around her for a long time, you've been here more than a second...WELL you can get a TICKET" and starts all hassling me about it. i'm like, "what do you want me to do? i can't do anything till she comes back out here, or would you rather me drive the car that i can't drive and don't have a license for, so you can give me a ticket FOR THAT?" and started crying.
i hate cops. die die die.
i guess that's it? this is long.