date: september 25, 2000
time: 8:13 p.m.
listening to: nothing.
talking to: nevie
feeling: annoyed with stupidity, pissed off at work. but excited for the concert.
wearing: old navy jeans and a yellow spam shirt.
"Did you dye your hair?"
"Nah, it must've been something in my shampoo."
I love that question. I mean, c'mon people, my hair is bright freakin' pink, it's quite obvious that I dyed it. What I love more is the response: "Really?" No, not really, I'm lying to you. I didn't REALLY dye my hair. It WAS something in my shampoo.
Oi. Get a clue. They're on sale at WalMart - six for a dollar. You can save the rest for when you ask more stupid questions. Which I'm sure you will, if you're asking a person with bright pink hair if they dyed it. So, you see, it's a great deal. But if you can't tell I'm being sarcastic, then you might want to stock up. You'll need lots of clues.
It's also very cool to act offended after I respond with a sarcastic or smartass answer. Well sorry - ask a stupid question, get a stupid answer. It's really quite simple, folks.
that was what i wrote today for my journal in college writing. lol. oh yeah - i have pink hair. i don't know if i mentioned that in the last journal. *checks* nope. i did it on saturday afternoon before i went to margo's for her birthday party. it kicks my ass three ways of sunday. we took lots of pictures at her party, and i finished the rest of my film today. i'm going to turn it in tomorrow, so when i get it back, i'll be sure to scan them in. :D
yeah, margo's birthday party. it was fun - patty came all the way from livonia to attend, and we had a blast, pretty much... around nine, we got real bored, so we went to macomb mall. only to almost get kicked out of spencer's gifts, and to get yelled at by a sales chick in claire's for using our camera in the store... apparently that's against state law? lol, whatever. it's retarded, that's what it is.
we jokingly hit on these about thirteen year old girls, cause they were both wearing red shirts. so of course margo and i are like, "are you shirts red or are you just red hot?" lol. then proceeded to laugh and continue on our way. well. the girls i guess decided it'd be cool to pick a fight with a group of eight punk girls, because while we were asking this guy to take a picture of us in a bathtub, lol, they came up and stood there with supposedly threatening looks on their faces. oh yes, folks, i was frightened. hahah. right. so after about five minutes, i'm like, "DUDE! what do you want?" to which one places a hand on her hip, and replies, "you got something to say to me?" while shaking her head all ghetto-bitch like. it was quite a sight. i'm like, "uh, yes, are you ELEVEN or TWELVE?" lol. dumbasses.
so that was funny. then we continued to ride down gratiot and hit on seven to fifteen year old boys, lol, screaming "yeah baby" all austin powers like. i swear, people, it's the pink hair that makes me do it. :D it's all the hair.
but it was fun nonetheless. i was captured on margo's film being stuck upside down between the back seat and the passenger seat after patty slammed on the gas while i was climbing into the back. hahahaha. i can't wait to see the pictures!
i am going to quit work. on sunday i called in sick, cause i was at margo's on saturday night. well well well. my so-called "friend", alicia, told the manager working that i wasn't really sick, and he continued to badger me about where my mom was, and that i wasn't really sick, that i was at a party. thanks, alicia, i really appreciate that. you can never fucking talk to me again. i don't take kindly to betrayal, thank you very much. so i told kurt (the working manager) that i wasn't coming in, and it was none of his damn business why i wasn't. i'm sure he's gone around telling the owner and the rest of the manager's, and i'm not about to be reemed out all day on wednesday for it. so i'm quitting. that job is bullshit anyway. they're all a bunch of communist assholes anyway. i wasn't even going to come in on wednesday, but my mom is screaming at me about it, so i'll just go in. hopefully they'll fire me for being a bitch or something, and i won't have to go in on saturday. i just HOPE they say something rude to me so i don't have to.
le sigh. oh, i failed my math test. yeah, that was wonderful, considering it was fucking review. that just proves how stupid i am, i can't even pass a test on reviewing stuff. so i just forced myself to go through the test and correct all the ones i had wrong, and then finish my very long homework so i understand what the hell is going on. my cousin's being a jerk and won't help me anyway. (he's in that class with me.) whatever.
the concert's on thursday. i'm quite excited. i haven't seen hanson... in a while, lol. plus, this is a nice, full concert... and it's going to go great, i won't let anything not let it go great, damnit. plus, if they do a radio station interview, margo's mom is going to take us down there - before i didn't have a ride down there. i was going to skip two days of school, thursday, and then the day after, but now my mom's being a bitch and saying i can't. yeah well, my dad said i could, so whatever. she's not going to stop me from doing it, damnit, this is fucking hanson we're talking about. plus, i have lots of money that i can spend there because we lost the auction - and i already bought a majority of the merchandise at the tulsa show, so i won't have much to buy this time. just gotta grab a poster for nevie and then i whatever else i want. :D this will be good, damnit.
this is long enough, i suppose. i have to go convince my mom to let me skip both days.....