Symphonic Band's UIL was today. Went out to Cy-Falls, was very proud of myself for not getting lost, was amazed at the number of stores selling tile, of all things, out there, and was thoroughly disgusted by my teenage-girlish impulse to squeal happily when Michael actually acknowledged my existence in the audience with a smile and a wave (yes, I am sad. I will take any response I can get, okay? Shaddup). I did not squeal, but instead slapped my own face for wanting to. Damn it. I am such a... girl sometimes. Ugh. Drove around a while, went to a bead shop where Nicole stole some beads... Damn it, Nicole. Then to the anime store, where I purchased the next two bilingual Love Hina mangas in a desperate attempt to inspire me to draw something. Does not appear to be working at all so far. Hrm. Then after we spent some time in traffic freaking out fellow motorists with the Face, I dropped Nicole at home and went to get some sushi, because I craved sushi, damn it. Discovered that the Nori sushi bar has very tasty vegetable hand rolls. Quite yummy. And I laugh in the face of people who don't like going to restaurants alone. I was the only person in the restaurant. I LAUGH at you all. Then I appeared magically in front of the computer, where I always seem to wind up. Checked LJ, and now I sit here, listening to Fiona Apple's "Paper Bag" over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and over and wondering why my hands are shaking so much; they shouldn't be, there's absolutely no reason for them to be, now Emma has turned on the TV - I HATE THAT EVIL BOX OF STUPIDITY and I hate how she worships it. But she will not listen to me. So now I turn off Winamp in defeat, post this, and go hide in my room again, or at least until Nicole does the damned dishes (she said she would yesterday and has been steadily avoiding them) and makes me take her to the fishmore-ish thing that apparently occurs tonight.
Hunger hurts, but I want him so bad, oh it kills
'Cause I know I'm a mess he don't wanna clean up
I've got to fold because these hands are just too shaky to hold
Hunger hurts, but starving works
When it costs too much to love
It's so eerie when each and every line of a song seems to apply to you.