mostly Spanish

Tengo un amigo que quiere hablar conmigo en espa?ol. Se llama Craig. Esta en una universidad de Alabama (un estado que tiene casi nunca profudidad... JAJA), y ello parece ser muy amable.

(I have a friend who wants to speak in spanish with me. His name is Craig. He goes to a university in Alabama ((Inside joke about profundity...no need to translate it... HAHA)), and he seems to be very nice.)


This might turn out to be fun. Have I possibly found my own Sti? ((Sings: "A sti to call my own...")) Wait, and I somehow twisting a song? NOOOOOOOOO!!!


I think I'm gonna sleep now. Bye.
:: Glo Paint 11:06 PM ::


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By the way, I never did get around to studying... oh well.
:: Glo Paint 11:06 PM ::

classic procrastination

I have a dilemma. Screw around all night and de-stress, or be productive and do some finals stuff? The more I do now, the less I have to do this weekend, but the more stressed and angry I'll be.

I have a dilemma. I think I'll watch TV while I decide.
:: Glo Paint 7:33 PM ::


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Still haven't decided. HMMMM, I should work on my story until I do.
:: Glo Paint 8:18 PM ::

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Now trying to find someone who speaks Spanish to talk to. Have been inspired by Mittens and Sti. ?Quiero un "Sti" para m?!
:: Glo Paint 9:20 PM ::


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AAAH, Jon just IMed me. Now I can't study, cuz I haven't talked to him in a while (ie- one week.) HEH.
:: Glo Paint 10:17 PM ::


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Currently talking to Vanya (or is it Vanja)? She is so VERY interesting...

:: Glo Paint 11:17 PM ::

trippy

Hmmmm, note to self- Don't listen to Lords of Acid when laying on a bed underneath a blacklight and staring at your fan which has been attacked by glo paint.

Understand why I feel all trippy?

once again left out by family

They bitch at me for never eating with them when they go out to eat. But they always go when I have no time to! I mean, they KNEW Rose was coming over to help me study for the Chemistry test I'm going to fail, and yet they ask me "Do you want to go out to eat with us?" They KNEW I was busy, so I told them that, and she says "Well, it's polite to ask." In other words, she knew I couldn't go. The next time they hold the "you never hang out with us" thing against me, oooooh, am I EVER going to bring this up.

They never even ask me when they go places anymore. Either they don't want me along, or they think I'll just say no because that's what I "always do".


Why the hell do I feel so bad about this? ((When will they start being nice? I can't do it all on my own...I only wish it was that easy. That way I could be whatever the hell it is they want me to be so they'd just shut up and be nice. And finally leave me alone so I don't feel like a worthless piece of shit anymore.))

:: Glo Paint 6:37 PM ::

two sentance post

Hmmmmm. I think school is finally slowing down. THANK GOD.

bondage mode again, lol

Fam bought SLAM a graduation present. Wow. SHOCK, SHOCK. That means she takes him seriously. ((...the hell?!!!!!!!!!!!))

I think I'll buy him handcuffs as a gag gift. Dunno what I'll get him for his real present. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM.

another encounter with the 7th circle of hell

Well, that was a waste of forty-five minutes. I should be doing an essay right now, but thanks to the Fam Damily, I am in NO MOOD. She came home and griped, griped, griped, and then yelled at me when I got upset at her for doing it. So I told her why I was upset, and she twisted it and blew it out of proportion and has now decided that her entire being is worthless because "I told her so." And I thought we had been doing ok? HA!

I mean, is it so wrong to get upset when she tells me to clean the kitchen? So I do, and then I come in and find her re-arranging the dishwasher, and then bitching at me for not doing it! Is it so wrong to be kind of sad that the first words out of her mouth when she saw me were "I'm leaving, clean the kitchen, I swept the floor, you need to mop it." Then she leaves. No hello, no goodbye. No how was your day. Just and order and then her pissyness because I didn't do it good enough.


When will it ever be good enough?


((On a more ironic note, the evil disk that "guarded" my story is now being used by me as a coaster for my water glass. HEH. I hope it likes the water rings it's getting. Bastard deserves it.)


God, now I AM going to be up all night. Damn you, FAM.
:: Glo Paint 8:54 PM ::
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And if one bitch fest wasn't enough, she came in and asked me what my problem was. So I told her, instead of keeping my mouth shut and letting her whine. So then she said I was just like my mom. And then yelled at me when I started crying about it.

There's no one I wan't to be LESS like than my mother. Her bad qualities, I mean. God, that hurt. And she knew it would, too. And that makes it that much worse.
:: Glo Paint 9:14 PM ::


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I am in serious pain now. I, of course, got worked up, and started coughing really hard... and now my lungs ache and my throat is all raw and junk. My eyes are swollen, too.

What is wrong? The inhaler helps my breathing problem, but it isn't actually HELPING it. Get better I mean. What do I have wrong with me now? And why do I have this strange paranoia that it is in my head, and I'm making it up? I think its because people in my family have a tendency to do that. Maybe it is just stress from living with Satan and Co? All I know is that any time I get excited or upset...BAM! I can't breathe.


It's a dull ache, too. The kind that is most serious. But there is no way in hell that I am going back to that doctor again. Maybe I'll go to Rose's doctor.
:: Glo Paint 9:30 PM ::

darn

HMMMMM. Fam most decisively outlawed SLAM from going to Seattle. So that leaves everybody totally ruled out. I'm gonna have to think about this. Mittens does want to go. I'll have to ask Biker and Rose.
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no school

Ack. Dilemma. First of all, the car behind "my car" won't start, so I have "no way to get to school". This means that today is the day I play hooky and hang out with Fam and MiniFam. And work on the homework I know I have.

My real dilemma, though, is who to take to Seattle this summer. You see, I'm officially allowed to only take one person. But who? Abigale has already been, so I'll rule her out. ((Sorry babe)). Rose, Mittens, Biker, SLAM. Rose hates fish, Mittens is intolerant of cold, and I'm not sure how bad Biker wants to go. So that leaves SLAM, but Fam would lose her top if I asked...


Who, who who who WHO?!!!

good day+disk corruption=no longer good day

Well, my blog was all nicely updated this AM after I actually DID my chem homework, but the stupid server messed up and now I have to remember all of the interesting blah I wrote.
So, here goes!

About my dream... I normally don't remember them, but for some reason I remembered this entire one. Every single person I know (talk to) was in it. All I am going to say is that Brendan is in no way "my Jesus" like he now seems to think, Biker should never wear tight rainbow shirts, and God's little brother is scary. But, on a good note-I'm even faithful to SLAM in my dreams! Go me!!! (Wow, a big improvement since 7th grade...) ((aaaaah))


(By the way, when I put things in double (( )), it's what I'm thinking as I write this. Just FYI)


My dream last night was no better. I remember a lot less of it, but I DO know that I was watching and A&E documentary on the hardships and high competition in the porn industry... and how Playboy Bunnies are backstabbers who will do anything to get ahead... ((why? why? why?))


On to the new way to deal with Fam. Since the NLP failed a long time ago, I have come up with the New and Improved Fam Toleration Method (acronym: NIFTM)!!


Here's what it is, in a few easy steps:
1) Collect pillows and some sort of music
2) Find the most obnoxious place possible and get comfy: stretch out, cover as much room as you possibly can. Make sure it's someplace odd (ie: floor, hallway, stairs, front lawn, back porch, kitchen table, etc)
3) "Fall asleep"- this involves laying there and grooving to music. Just make sure you look thoroughly asleep.
4) Try not to laugh when they yell for you, look around, and then sneak off quietly whwn they realize you are "asleep".
5) Try not to laugh when they have to step over you to get from Point A to Point B.
6) Actually fall asleep.
7) Wake up alone in the house, thoroughly confused and wondering why your neck hurts.


Yes, in this way I manage to spend two or three hours out of the line of fire of my family, and I also catch enough sleep to have energy when homework time appears (9 PM).


Hmmmm, SLAM has only been gone for two days, can I be having withdrawal ALREADY?? Wow, this week is gonna SUCK.
:: Glo Paint 4:12 PM ::


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I feel ill.

The novel I was writing, that I have worked on SO hard... 300 pages are gone forever because three sectors of a disk are corrupt. And my backup files are mysteriously gone...


I'm gonna go throw up now. A year and a half of my life has now been made worthless.
:: Glo Paint 7:20 PM ::

all the motivation I lack

I had something interesting to rant about, but I can't remember what. OH yeah... my dream last night.

Only suddenly all motivation has failed me. So, I plan to go to sleep and then talk about all this after I finish my h/w in the morning. That, and my new method for dealing with Fam. =) It's not evil, just funny.
:: Glo Paint 10:42 PM ::

I need to meditate or punch someone

If I EVER hear the word "project" come out of Mrs. Roberts' mouth ever again I am going to get up, scream, rip out a large chunk of her hair, throw her out a window, and then look at the class and say "well, we all just got A's."

If you can't tell, I'm stressed out. Too many things to do, not enough time.

Prom was fun. Since I don't feel like talking about it/complaining about my life, I'm going to go manipulate people's lives/play the Sims-Hot Date. And then install my other three new games. Maybe. Or I could study for my Odyssey test. HAH. Yeah, right.

you don't know what a phoenix is. too bad.

Wow. If you want to see me pull a "phoenix"....long story... say this to me.
CROOOOOOT.

Not KRAUT. NOT CROTE. "oo" as in "boo".


CROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT.


ROFLMAO.................................
Picked up SLAM's tux today. He looks good. Dress fits right. All is shiny.


(((((crooooot. Oh Lord.....)))))
:: Glo Paint 10:17 PM ::

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No job.
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:: Glo Paint 10:19 PM ::