date: february 5, 2001
time: 4:58 p.m.
listening to: the one by elton john
talking to: chrissy
feeling: annoyed, coughing
wearing: jeans, purple carribean shirt and grey hoodie
so. wanna hear something completely retarded? i mean it's so stupid i haven't decided if i'm going to say anything about it or not. anyway.
melissa was over this weekend, right? yeah. so on saturday, my mom had duane *vomits* over, and she was going to take us to the movies... so i go into my bathroom to put some makeup on cause i was icky, and i couldn't find my bottle of foundation. i barely ever wear makeup (omg zac is being so cute right now and burrowing into my hoodie), so there's no reason it shouldn't have been in the cabinet like it always is. anyway, i couldn't find it and was irritated, but i just grabbed my compact instead. blah blah, we go to the movies, blah blah... this morning i woke up and i looked particularly (what the hell, is this elton john day or what? winamp is on and "the blues" just came on after "the one"...) disgusting, due to my lovely cold... so i was going to put on some makeup. yeah, well, my compact was gone. by this time, i'm thinking i'm fucking crazy, cause i keep losing my makeup. but whatever. i got to school and i was talking to brooke, and JOKINGLY said, "i keep losing my makeup... i bet melissa stole it!" brooke said that she had told melissa last week that her makeup was too light for her. i'm like, "thanks brooke, give her incentive to steal mine!" as a joke. i got into choir and told melissa how i was losing my mind and stuff and she said nothing... then brooke comes up to me before sixth hour today and she's like, "is your compact brown? cause melissa was using one..." and i'm like, "yeah...." melissa doesn't HAVE a compact. so i'm like, "was it broken on the side? like a chunk missing?" and brooke said yes. IT IS MINE. mine is broken. and dude, all signs point to melissa. so i'm laughing my ass off, cause it's like, the STUPIDEST thing in the WORLD to steal. a 3 dollar compact. and a used one, at that. i mean, why in the hell would you lie about stealing a fucking COMPACT? gah, i just don't understand it. i told jack on the way over here, and she was saying how it's like, i can't trust her with a compact, so how can i trust her with anything else? blah, she's right though.
there's a longwinded explanation if i ever saw one.
i had to go to my dad's today cause jackie couldn't drive me all the way to richmond cause she had to go to work, so, my dad drove me home. we had this huge talk about him and my mom, and duane *vomits again* and god. i started crying. it sucks so much. i never really realized it, or didn't want to or something. either way, it fucking sucks. and he's like, cleaning out the house now, and making it "a house" again... it's not even our house anymore. it's so empty and... blah. he asked about duane too.
which made me realize just how intensely i dislike duane. i mean, sure he's a nice guy and whatever, but GOD, i hate him. my mom acts all different around him, and ew, i hate the fact that they're so obviously sleeping together. ew, it's so fucking gross. i hate him. go away stupid man. i even considered writing "I HATE DUANE" across my wall. but then i realized how incredibly immature that was. :X so then i thought, maybe glow in the dark marker. hahaha, i am so retarded. god.
i think i want a jeansofhis@dork.com email account. yeah, shut up, i know i have way too many emails. i suppose my jeansofhis@hotmail is enough. i don't use it though, it's just for my msn messenger thing. hotmail sucks my ass.
this song is for all you fucking space cadets.
i collaged my walls this weekend. they were quite empty before... so i found some gwen magazine pictures and hung those up on a section of my wall, then i left a random pictures section... on the wall you see when you're walking down the steps, it's a few hanson posters. and then by my bed it's moffatts, but i think i'm going to move those. there's a support beam across the ceiling, and i taped all my ticket stubs on it. then on a support thing that goes to my floor, i taped up my jellies (so the cats won't eat them any more) and put up funny quotes i've collected. so now it looks all fun and i love it. ;D i've gotta paint my bathroom before nevie comes next week though.
my stupid school won't let me bring nevie in for the day (if she comes on a school day), so if she comes on a school day, i'll just skip and bring her in or something... blah, it's not like we're doing anything that friday anyway! they're so retarded. it's the friday before a week break, AND there's some weird field trip thing that everyone's going to, so no one will be in school. blaaaah armada administration! you suck.
i am currently infatuated with my icq. lol, i go through phases. wow, i just reread that, and i am a nnnerrrrd.
holy shit. i saw the "again" video for lenny kravitz... that video is so fucking good. my my. as if i'm not obsessed with him enough (as if he's not the sexiest being alive), but then he's all like, making out and showing TONGUE, and like, taking off his clothes in the video.... humina humina.
oh christ, the interview about taylor pissing off a roof just came on. hahaha, what a dork.
holy shit (again). old moffies are so cheesy. no, i'm not just coming to this conclusion, but "ya ya" just came on......
maybe god's the only one who can free our soul.
since when did they get so religious? well, it's an old song, nevermind... i wonder if they wrote it.
cripes, this layout has given me hell. i can't decide if i like it or not. but i guess i do. :X took me long enough to settle on one, though. i had to enlist in the advice of nevie, chrissy, cae and aspen before i decided to keep the one frame blank. yeah, i'm indecisive. blah. though i've decided on another layout i'm going to do when i get tired of this one. hahahah.