July 14th, 2002

me

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Talked to Greg for a little bit last night before I had to surrender the computer (was Nicole's night for it).
I didn't sleep very well last night... I feel ill. I'd like to finish this conversation with Greg as soon as possible, but I don't think it's going to happen.
Now I must shower.
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OMG

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Nicole is rounding up people for me to cart to the Landmark Greenway theater to see "Y Tu Mama Tambien". I wet myself with anticipation.
Oh wait, no.
I have no right to be this tired. I'm tired all the time and it is really starting to piss me off.
Roawr. Hiss. yeah.
Our sink does not like me. It is impossible for me to wash dishes without winding up dripping wet.
Fortunately, my jacket is like a big, (now soapy) sponge.
My mom wants to throw it out. This means I will be keeping my Big Black Jacket on my person or in my car at all times, washing it in secret late at night, until I move. She will not have the jacket!

I move in 13 days. That should probably make me more antsy than I am. I just need to get around to tossing more stuff in boxes. I still feel like I didn't go through the last year of high school; that was all a made-up story, and I'm still waiting to experience my senior year, to have some of those fond memories of youth that people are apparently supposed to be able to look back on in their old age. I still want to answer "14" when people ask me how old I am. I'm still a freshman in high school. I''m still young and stupid.

Ooh, the Suicide Count is up to 3.5 now. (Suicide Count = people who say yes, I should kill myself. The .5 is someone I thought was very much against it, but really doesn't care in the least) This amuses me far more than it probably should.
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OMG

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the young'uns (read: Shafer, David, and Kelly) are here. Soon I will be taking them.
I squirted Shafer with water using a random turkey baster that was lying around the kitchen. I'm dangerous while doing dishes, really.
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Well.
Got lost, gave up, came home after much screaming, cursing, and driving.
Turns out I was right, everyone secretly does want me to tie them up and do naughty things to them, whether they know it or not. *wiggles eyebrows at Shafer*
Which reminds me, I STILL cannot find my handcuffs. My biggest worry is that my mother will attempt to pack up my room and find them before I do... Then I will have to explain their presence... hm.
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