The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain (jenni_the_odd) wrote,
The Dark-Eyed Mistress of Sweet, Sweet Pain

  • Mood:
Physical: Tired, mildly dehydrated. Must go find my water bottle.
Clothing: Black corset-looking top (which is now officially Too Big. Damn it. I liked it. Will have to alter it so I may continue to wear it), black shirt, short black skirt, stripey tights, whore shoes (the heels are 3-4 inches or so and since I am 5'11" I am quite unused to heels), hair is down.
Mental: I will be taking my web mastering final. Fuck. The last possible day of school, first thing in the morning. Damn my stupidity. Damn it to all hell.
Also realized that one of the reasons I get annoyed with people is that they do not stop explaining things after I catch on. Sometimes I catch on extremely quickly. Continuing to explain for fifteen minutes makes me hate you. When I nod and say 'okay' 'I get it' or 'I understand', it means I know what you are saying and if you continue I will walk away. I have done this to my mother after she spent quite literally an hour saying the same thing repeatedly. Then there are the times when I don't catch on at all because I'm secretly an idiot, which leads people to believe I always need the hours of explanation.
Emotional: [insert nostalgia/happiness/emotion of some sort concerning graduation here to keep my mom happy. I don't think anything I've ever done has frustrated her as much as my not caring about this whole ordeal]
Why does no one else seem to be able to grasp the fact that it is quite possible to love someone without actually liking them a lot of the time? Emily cannot wrap her mind around this concept. I keep explaining that it's how it works, because while I may not like her a hell of a whole lot sometimes, if I didn't love her, I'd have slaughtered her in some messy manner a long time ago. Now, though, (not surprisingly), so long as neither of us thinks about or attempts to discuss Michael, we get along pretty decently.
Also, I find it amazing how one song can crash your mood. I am no longer allowed to listen to the sappy love-song station at night. Was sitting in my car last night and I heard Bryan Adam's "Please forgive me"... I just sort of sat there boring holes in my steering wheel with my eyes (I was parked in the driveway at the time).
Please forgive me
I know not what I do
Please forgive me
I can't stop loving you
Don't deny me
This pain I'm going through
Please forgive me
If I need you like I do

I then gave myself a good solid mental kick to the head and went inside to bake cookies until all unholy hours of the night.
Social: People are getting on my nerves. Could just be because I'm tired.
I have not been posting much because my online time is now usually about 1-4 AM (right now there are people in the room, making me nervous), on the other computer. Which means, for reasons I will never know, MSN simply does not feel like allowing me to load a page. Not even one. Not even it's default homepage Sad, no? So after about half an hour of trying to load a single page, I usually give up and go to bed.
Creative: Went by Texas Art. Damn it, I miss that place. Have given up all hope of being rehired, though. Damn it.

Peruvians are a touchy people.
Jenni inherited the non-touchy European genes from mom's side.
*runs away*

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