green does NOT equal turquoise

aaah. just looked at my last entry. aaaah.

YAY, so happy! Finally got my hands on the TV episodes of Vampire Princess Miyu! And they'e GOOD! Also cut Mittens's hair.... was the first time I'd ever done anything like that... and I did good! I'm so proud! Eh, and I dyed my hair green, too... not sure I like it b/c it was supposed to be turquoise. But oh well, it's temporary. Tomorrow I'll put blue over it and see what happens.


MMMM, Ethan and SLAM get along. Sports car for prom. Yay.


Just realized I spent entire day with Mittens. ACK. ((Cool.))


Might actually have job tomorrow. Patience is wearing out.


Woman of few words tonight. Must go play Pharoah. Then sleep. Have to be at work at 7AM tomorrow.

shoe?!

shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes. shoes.

I got some shoes, shoes, shoes...


Say "shoe" really long and drawn out. It is a funny word.


Then look at it. Doesn't it look oddly spelled?


Ponder the shoe. BE the shoe. You ARE the shoe!


Viva el zapato! (s?, the singular shoe.)
:: Glo Paint 9:21 PM ::

too shocked to explain

I didn't sleep that much last night, either. So I'm extra sleepy and completely miserable.

Not sure what just happened. But I do know it ruined my day. I hate it when they hit me with things out of the blue. God, I wish they wouldn't. I thought everything was ok...so now I'm really hurt. I'm really sad too, because I don't understand what the hell they think is wrong with me.
:: Glo Paint 8:51 AM ::

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Hmmm. New bathing suit. Fam bought it for me out of guilt for what she did earlier. It is purple, but not scary like old purple one that was left in hotel room. The old one was trying to expose as much of me as possible. This one is a bikini, but it is fairly modest. It's also cheetah print. Raaaaaaa.
:: Glo Paint 12:57 PM ::

sleep deprived

HAHAHA.... I barely slept last night... and so today... I couldn't quite function... and I think most people thought I was high. SLAM told me I looked like I was. Wow. I'm one of those people with the talent of being able to act high and look high but not actually be high. See, this proves what I've always said: I don't need drugs. I do just fine on my own, thank you.

I make stuffed shells for dinner tonight. SLAM is coming over to eat with us, and then we are going to watch a movie. Well, SLAM decided he wants to help me cook the dinner. He's so cute.


This weekend he meets Ethan (Biker's date) for prom, so we can make sure they won't kill each other. But that's after campus cleanup. I feel like Mittens and I had kinda planned to do something after, too, but I can't think. All I know is that Saturday night we go software shopping to get all we want for the new computer. I will also finally get me several DVDs I have been pining after.


Say this out loud "Pollito!!" and stretch out the vowels. (for those of you who do not speak spanish, it will sound like this: "Poooo yeeee toooo" because ll=y)
:: Glo Paint 3:25 PM ::

I need my own car keys

Rose made me feel shiny today. Not only did she use her monthly allowance of compliments up on me, (lol), but she also made it all better by using balls.

Lemme explain. Today I made a royal ass out of myself my locking the car doors with the keys running in the ignition... and my school stuff. So I felt really dumb, and was in a bad mood. Well, she told me to open my locker. SO I did, and was confronted by the smiley face beach ball. And the metallic shiny balls. And the bouncy balls. It was hilarious, and I felt shiny. LOL.


YAY.
:: Glo Paint 3:49 PM ::


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Finally got SLAM's tux. He's gonna look cute. =) HAHAHA, bow tie....
:: Glo Paint 10:56 PM ::

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Oh, I almost forgot. Sometime tomorrow, I go to the doctor. Cuz now it hurts to breathe normally.
:: Glo Paint 11:03 PM ::

Ahern camping, take 2!

Ahhhhh, camping. Or should I say aaaah? In all actuality, I am surprised that SLAM, Me, Rose, Mittens, and Mr. 7-7-7 survived. There was the rain, the truck ride there, the frickin vitamin D, clod the tree, the amazing collapsable dock (whoooooooooooops) and the symbolic marriage of the blushing bride to the earth to appease the storm that made Mr. 7-7-7 look like a wet cat. (He was pissed enough to be one.((RAGE!)) Add to that the profoundness ((profundity)), the ugliness, and the CH E E I I I K O O O U U UN, along with the trailer ride back... wow. How DID we survive? (Did I mention it rained?)

Ahhhhh, the fun. Yes, I hyperventilated twice...and Mittens decided the aire was out to get her, but hey, we had Pepsi, trees, and Allegra, so who cared? Still not sure where the rash and the horrible scrape on my foot is from, but hey, it was all part of the "adventure". ((But I wonder...))


Is this making sense? Cuz its really not supposed to...


Making a new CD. This one is titled Fuego. Ahhhh, more Karmic CDs.... Eighty Minutes of Fun didn't have perfect karma. I must make sure this one does. The Semi-Innocent Bystander is true tested and has grade A karma. Just ask SLAM. Oh, he's "mad" at Fam. LOL, only not. Don't ask why, cuz I won't tell. ((roflmao))


I should be working on my "code" of arms. Gee Whiz!! When will the frickin LEAFs be finished? ((And why did it have to be a fish?))
:: Glo Paint 8:52 PM ::

sickness and tuxes and friends, oh my!

Coughing worse today than yesterday. It seems as though the Allegra is not working. What is wrong with me? AAAAH, I don wanna go see the doctor. HAHA, as Biker says...the man in the white coat wants to help you. (Only this particular man just wants to put ME into a white coat.) Still, doctors= evil. You go, you sit and wait, and then they tell you to take Tylenol and drink a lot of water. I never get medication or sage advice. So why should I bother going?

SLAM and I get to hang out today. EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
:: Glo Paint 3:11 PM ::


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When SLAM was over tonight, I noticed something. His acne is getting better. ::happy dance::

Also, my prom dress fits better. I was happily telling this to Biker when all of a sudden she went off on me and started bitching about how unfair it was that I could lose weight and she couldn't. It was really out of the blue, and not like Biker at all. And now I feel really bad again.


I help SLAM pick out his tux tomorrow.
:: Glo Paint 9:51 PM ::

the worst day

Now I'm on Allegra. I think it's working. We shall see.
:: Glo Paint 6:47 AM ::


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This was supposed to be a good day. I was allowed to sleep in because I had no homework to do, we were making pizza in first hour, I didn't have weight training, I got to make a coat of arms... SLAM and I were gonna hang out after school, maybe get his tux for prom... and I was even on medication.

Well, I wasn't allowed to drive to school, we didn't get to EAT the pizza, it was hot so I got all sweaty ANYWAY. The medication didn't help that much- I was all hack-couch-hack-die all day despite it. The park was nice, but Fam called and griped at me about having a communication problem (out of the frickin BLUE)... and SLAM called too. His work called him in, and he couldn't do anything with me tonite. So that ruined THAT happy moment...


Then I get home and Fam and Unc both bitch-bitch-bitch at me. When I get sick of it, I start to cry, and then they just treat me like some troubled, moody teenager. Then they act like nothing is wrong. So my little breakdown didn't solve a damn thing.


(Why does it always have to be my fault? Can't they be wrong just once? Damn it... It's not all me. If Fam would bother to start acting like she likes me, I would quit retaliating and acting like I hate her. I've tried to change the way I act. I did it for two weeks. She flat out told me I was being worse than usual, even though I was hanging out with her, swallowing my pride every time she had a gripe, doing what she wanted WHEN she wanted... and she didn't notice any difference.

I have news for you, guys. Fam, you know how you always bitch to me and Unc "Does it always have to be your way?" Fam, whose way is it supposed to be? Yours? God, you're like MiniFam. Learn to share, woman. Unc, grow a backbone and start sticking up for who's right, not for the one who will make your life less miserable if you support her. And next time you wanna punish me, pick a REASON, damnit! Don't bitch at me about something I wasn't even doing. )


So then I shut myself in my room. I needed to clean it, anyway. Then Fam quietly asks if I want to go to FCF and get ice cream. SLAM was working, so I decided I'd try to see him. Cuz he's pissed and stressed, and I was hoping I'd get a chance to make him feel better- somehow. Even though I didn't want to breathe the same air as my semi-parental units, I went so I could see him.


Well, even that didn't work out. We made eye contact maybe twice. He looked so unhappy, and I felt so bad for him. When I was sitting down, he gave our orders to Fam, Unc, and MiniFam, but when I went up to get mine, he had been called off, so I didn't even get to say hi. Or ask him if he was ok.


So now I have to go clean the fucking kitchen and spend another day in this personal hell that never seems to completely go away. I entered it when I was 12, and haven't managed to find a way out yet.
:: Glo Paint 9:03 PM ::

mangled Spanish this time!

Let me re-say that. Homework is what you do at 5am, evidently, because that's what I've been doing since then. And yes, I DID see the gorilla. On Friday. So I was a little late posting it. Big deal.

HEHEHE, I'm in dominatrix mode today. High heels that clackity-clack, tight black shirt, belt with metal rings all over it... all I need now is the whip.


I'm sure I'll be writing more after school.
:: Glo Paint 7:11 AM ::


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Not being able to breathe is bad, isn't it? Well, yes. And I can't. I don't know why. I'll be just fine, and then all the sudden my lungs will lock up and I'll start wheezing and coughing. It's not like asthma. It's more like TB. And it hurts. REEAALLY bad. Biker was yelling at me to go to the doctor today. She thinks I might have bronchitis. I dunno. All I know is that when you start coughing so bad you start to pass out, that's bad.

Biker gets to go to prom!!! I'm so happy! She and the guy she's going with might ride in the limo with SLAM and I. She's going little-black-dress, like me. Yayageabilitynessishmentation!!!


Have you noticed that Mittens and I have a thing with attaching as many noun endings to a words as we can? That's because we are in the process of enjoy being the mangalizing an English.

Ahhhh, impropernessage. What would el mundo do sin us girls muy talentosas? (HEHEHE... now I'm ruining two languages at once!!)


I must stop this, so I will leave you with one thought:


ESTOY FUIENDO A CAER EN AMOR DE TU. (LOL) <---- Not true Spanish, I mangled that too, on purpose. It really says "I am (in the process of) went-ing to fall in to love of you".
:: Glo Paint 4:15 PM ::

Gorilla suit, huh?

Soon, soon I will finally have my job. Why they haven't hired me already, I will never know, but they haven't.
Patience. Patience.
MMMMMM, strawberries...
:: Glo Paint 4:07 PM ::


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You know you've seen it all when you're lying on the floor of a bookstore and a guy in a gorilla costume walks by and waves down at you, then takes a sip of soda.
...and without blinking an eye, you wave back.
No wonder I act so messed up.
:: Glo Paint 6:56 PM ::

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Homework=done in 1st hour. Never at home.
:: Glo Paint 9:57 PM ::

Refrigerator Cleanerator

My family is full of ungrateful bastards.
:: Glo Paint 2:29 PM ::
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I'm bored.
:: Glo Paint 5:56 PM ::
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AAAAAH, save me! Amber just made me vacuum the back of the refrigerator.

....The HELL?!!!


Who vacuums the back wall of a fridge?!


If Mittens does not come over soon, I am going to go absolutely insane.
:: Glo Paint 6:05 PM ::

The Prom Dress

OOOOH, sophisticatablenessage. I'm sitting here in my new dress that I just bought feeling tre elegante. It's for prom. Just a simple black dress with white trim... it's the gloves and the jewelry that make it go WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOA.

Had an interesting day. Mittens drove us to the mall. We were blasting music and making bubbles stream out car windows. It was hilarious. Specially since the music was disco and it was rush hour traffic. Then there was the scary pizza guy...


The best part, though, was when Mittens went straight instead of left and we ended up in some weird, unlight neighborhood at 9:30 at night, windows down, blasting 80's music... at 5 mph past some odd group of bystanders. They were very confused. We were both confused and lost. Tee Hee.


Can't wait until prom now. I have the hard part- the damn dress -bought and all set up.


Yay.
:: Glo Paint 10:04 PM ::

The most unshiny girl

Wow. What I feel right now is about as close to the opposite of shiny as you can get. The damn family came home after being away for two weeks...so it was bad enough that they were ruining my peace and quiet.

Well, I thought, I'll be nice, we'll hang out tonight, blah blah blah. I was trying to be all happy and glad to see them. Cuz actually, I was. (AAAAH. Unusual emotion for me.) I told Fam "I missed you, I'm glad you're home." She replies. "Yeah, I'm glad I'm home too." I try to give her a hug, but she doesn't really seem to find it all that nice. No mention of missing me or wishing I had come along.

Then she was talking all about her trip. Mostly to Tiny One. She'd talk to me when she wanted me to do something or when she randomly snapped at me and walked off when I tried to say something to her.


I also tried to get them all to come driving with me, we'd grab dinner, have some fun, etc. She goes "Oh, me, MiniFam and Unc are going to have dinner at Mary's." Wow. Thanks a lot for including me. Thanks for wanting to spend time with me. Why do I even bother to be nice? No matter what I do, they mostly ignore me, anyway.


Sometimes I get the feeling they wish I was Tiny One. Fam was telling her AAALL about the trip and stuff. Didn't bother telling me. I've told Tiny One this, but I don't think she took me seriously. I just get the feeling that they wish I was more like her. Guess that proves how great she is. Cuz I'm the first to admit that she rocks. But I'm not her. And it really hurts when they act like they want to talk to her more than they do me.

Feel like crying. Not worth it, though. I almost never cry.

Still, sometimes I think they never wanted me to come live with them. But there was no other option, so they just made do. And I think they regret it. But I don't think there's anything I can do to change it. Because God knows that I've tried.

Oh well. I'll get over it. Let's face it- it's just the way it's always been. What else can I expect?
:: Glo Paint 8:03 PM ::
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I have decided that, in regards to the rules of Final Fantasy, that Fam is immune to Ice magic, but will fall easily if I use Holy upon her.

Heh. Now all I need is the ability to summon or cast spells. Damn. My plan isn't going to work, is it?
:: Glo Paint 9:00 PM ::
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Where the manglization of English really begins

Today was not my day. Hurt myself accidentally all day. On the way out the door for school I got a horrible nosebleed...that lasted for 15 minutes. Bored out of my mind all day, then left purse at school with keys and cellphone. Luckily, I didn't have to break in. I somehow got a key.

Then the girl I babysit came over and asked if I had the keys to her house. Well, I did: on my keyring, which was in my purse, at school. Ten minutes later I had sucessfully opened one of her basement windows and Tiny One hurt herself crawling headfirst into it. The odd thing was, she kinda folded herself in half to get in there... thus hurting her leg. It was the most interesting thing I've seen in a while. I didn't know it was possible to bend in all those directions at once.


After that, however, it improved. Mittens came over... then when she was trying to leave, I stretched out on our retaining wall. My back popped, and I say "MMMMM, chiropractorness." It all went to hell for a while and ended with me throwing handfuls of flowery weeds all over her car. Then, as she drove away, I ran ahead, strewing flowers in her path. Then went inside and had a horrible coughing fit.


I don't plan on doing my homework. I think I'll just type on my webpage tonight. Here's the link: The Forest of Jade Page no longer exists. Glo Paint, 2004.


YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAK.

why I'm called Glo Paint

Jennie gets her license today. (MAN, that word was hard to spell.) Cuz she's a gymnast, ans she can do anything.

Debating whether or not I want to play Alice or try to coax FF8 to work for me. Also, I now have FF7, so I could just install and play that. But I don't really wanna screw with the materia.

MMMMMMMMMMM, Sephiroth. You know what would be nice? To take Armand from Interview with the Vampire, and braid his and Sephiroth's hair together... I wonder if they would kill each other? Still, it would be fun to see.

Laaaaaa, mind is randomly skipping along from thought to thought. I don't normally obssess about FF characters, you know. it's just that I recently started replaying the game, so it's all new and fun and diverting and stuff.

I find it funny that I call myself Glo Paint. I have my reasons, though. I have washable blacklight paint, so every once in a while I will attack my door with it and make it all shiny. Then the next morning I wake up, look at it, and go "AAAAAAAAAAAAAH," and then attack it with soap and water to get it off. I once attacked my fan, so now it makes a pretty swirl when it's running. One of my more ingenious projects. Of course, Amber griped about it and told me that if it didn't wash off I'd have to pay to buy and install a new fan.

Yeah, with all the money I don't have. Thus, I don't really care whether it washes off or not.

AAAAH, might as well screw with the stupid game. Might blah more later.
:: Glo Paint 2:30 PM ::

The beginning of it all

Ahhh, too late at night. Never start a blog when your contacts are blurry and you've just spent two hours trying to get a certain Final Fantasy Eight Picture that you saw once on some obscure website two years ago. Squall's my dude, man. He's got the sexiest pixels I've ever seen...Hmmm... better not let Chris read this...

Currently talking to Jenbo. She has a blog, too. In fact, she told me about blogs. (This will probably be something she regrets for a lifetime. HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE)

Hmmm. See what happens when we "acheive fuego"? Even still, see what happens when we take spanish? (Note: acheiving "fui" is often painful. Acheiving "fuego" involves two idiots and too much testosterone. Let smoulder and bitch for six hours and... viola.)

Ergh. Mad at Final Fantasy. I'm at the Missle Launch place in Galbadia... and when I turned the power off on the circuits... the screen went gold. And then stayed that way. So I couldn't see anyhting. And now I'm pissed. But I wonder- is it supposed to do that? You see, I have FF8 for computer... and the switch from gaming system to PC has caused some problems... occasionally the graphics won't load and it's just sound and speech balloons. Damn it. When will the zoo hire me so I can get a PS2? I need money in a bad way. That, and a driver's license. Fine, and a car to drive. Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah. ::bangs head on wall:: Damn you independence, why must you elude me so?

Coming from the girl who's entire family has been out of town for two weeks. Ok, so I have independence. It just shows up at odd times.

MMMMMM, Squall.

Ahhhhh.

Ok. I'm gonna go explore the mysteries of the programming on my new computer.
:: Glo Paint 10:14 PM ::

AHHHHHHHHHHHH. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH. How is it suddenly 11:14?

Oh Lord. What have I been doing for an hour?
:: Glo Paint 11:14 PM ::

::sigh:: Hay de mi...
:: Glo Paint 11:18 PM ::