Clothing: Cold front came through last night with the terrific thunderstorm. Black lacy tank top, men's khaki pants, Big Black Jacket that keeps sliding off my shoulders, sandals, handcuff key necklace. Hair is up in a bun. I might put it down later for extra warmth. I am cold. Brrrr.
Emotional: Mrf. Mrf, I say. (someday I will post a sound file of how that is said, without any vowels. It is a sound I really make. Right up there with "pfft", "brrt" and "rrnnk")
Mental: I have successfully avoided coherent thought today. Go me.
Creative: *obscene hand gestures*
Social: New category. Woo. This may eventually replace the 'creative' category, who knows...
Was actually invited to go somewhere with John and Drew and Greg. Blade 2. Hrm. I dunno. We're supposed to go after school. Dunno if I really want to be around people that badly. I do have some other crap I should be doing. Like my senior research paper. Hrm. Felt weird to be included in the 'who' when one of 'em said "Who wants to go see Blade 2 tomorrow?" I am not used to that.
I have also taken up insisting that I am not going on the band trip once again. Nicole says she will make me. My mother says she will make me. I say I will cling stubbornly to home, thankyouverymuch. I have no desire whatsoever to spend any more time with the people in band than I already do. I had seen more of the freshman class of this year than I cared to by mid-August; at this point they are starting to look like excellent opportunities for target practice. The people closer to my own age... eh... the only ones who would probably even remotely consider spending time with me are Michael (which is actually not likely at all, come to think of it...) and Emily/Liz/Elizabeth, who seem to be one unit and annoy the living hell out of me. Bathing suits are not my friends (nobody wants to see that. Trust me on this...), which means that the beach is pretty much out. Besides, I intend to have a job by the time the trip rolls around, and I will be working weekends. As much as humanly possible. So yeah. No Corpus Christi trip for Jenni, thanks. I will remain in Houston. My mother is leaving town that weekend as well, and I am sure my father will be thrilled to have someone around to help him care for my youngest sister and my brother in her absence.
Misc: ... I had to.
The kitty loaf shall
Long Live Kitty Loaf!
Hehe. I rather want a shirt, too. Damn my lack of a PayPal account. And lack of a job. That too. Curses.
Happy Birthday, wobblygoblin. Did I mention I love your website? I do. Long live JtHM.