8:22- I'm going to try and attempt better journalling today. After a while, my notes on the last one decreased drammatically in quality and length. stare If I'm going to do mindless rants, I may as well do it right, am I right? Of course I am, no need for redundancy. So here I sit: An old Nightmare Before Christmas shirt and girly-boxers on. Just another day. 
Also trying to update my profile to my liking, and failing horribly at it. NOTHING LOOKS RIGHT. gonk
-tea-
8:33- Broke the news to my dad and stepmother that I tend to dance around a lot when I'm home alone with my music. They were trying to figure out my little 'food sickness' problem. Dad said, "You should start exercising more. I looked at his, straight-faced, and said "How do you know I'm not getting up and dancing while you're gone." My stepmom scoffed and gave me a look, saying "Because you wouldn't do that." I gave her a 'b***h please' look out of the corner of my eye and said "I do." They all stopped eating their pizza. My stepmother looked down, hurt to be proven wrong, as usual. Dad made a stupid joke that maybe I was sick from doing the twist too much. I told him I dance nothing like that, and was tempted to bring up the Basket Case in Breakfast Club, who dances by jumping around. I feel like this a good percent of the time they are gone and my music is cranked.
I find it sad when monkeys don't know THEY are the simple ones.
(chocolate cake for those who know the reference!)
9:01-
Dancing rant brought up horrid memories of having Poker Face cranked on my Ipod, dancing in my room with my shirt off when mom walked in on me. gonk emo
9:10- General Discussion is holding less and less interesting topics as the day goes by. Going through another regression, no doubt. There was more excitement in the forum when the Soundblast scourge happened. Now there's barely even so much as a lost nooblet to hold my better interest. Ughhhhhh boring day....
9:20- *catstretchhhhhh* nyaaaahhhhhhhh. >_<
I can has energy? The snow is padding my energy horribly. Compressing it like a horrid Youtube video.
I have to laugh, now, at those with a low tolerance for the cold who have taken a vacation to a warmer place this week. They'll be desensitized by the time they come back, freezing their asses off in 20 degree weather, while we rejoice at warmer tempuratures. Funny world, isn't it? twisted
9:34- So Dad hides all the incense AND eats the cheese pizza?! scream WHY DO YOU KEEP ME HERE?!
9:39- "So say goodbye, or stay forever! CHOOSE YOUR FATE! How else can we survive? DEAD IS THE NEW ALIVE!" "What is a day, without a blessed night? And what is peace, without a blessed, blessed, blessed, fight? A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife; when the obsession with death, the obsession with death becomes a way of life!"
9:52- Ouch. Chewing on my bottom lip till it bleeds. ._.
I need something to do. Debating to actually get dressed.
9:58- My self-esteem gets boosted when I wear my tank and jeans. ;D
Also, change of plans. My mother called my dad last night and said the blood in Watchmen wouldn't be good for me. Now, I can't see it. stare
My mother: Worries on the violence end of the spectrum. My father: worries on the sex and nudity end. WTF???
10:06- My much belated breakfast: Toast and hot chocolate. ALSO, WHO PUT THE TOASTER ON 6???
10:08- WIN
=DDDDDDDDDDD
*dance/sing*
10:34- Just pulled a 90's joke on a guy in the GD. xd I'm proud of myself.
Him: I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems. Stand 'em up and I'll knock 'em down.
Me:That's great, but can you find out why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? surprised
pwn'd b***h.
10:40- My dad calls me from work to say that if the snow storm doesn't get too bad here, we'll be going to see Coraline again. 4laugh That makes up for not being able to see Watchmen. I should find a way to wear as many buttons as possible to the movie. twisted
11:04- *catstretch* I should really dress up for the movie. The storm won't hit by the time we have to go anyways. *sighs*.....
*cranks music and runs to room*.
11:13- Dancing to Katy Perry, cutting up a tee-shirt into a tank top. Feeling like a like a little kid and absolutely loving it. "We're so sorry, Uncle Albert, but there's no one left at home and I believe I'm gonna rain!" (Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey-Paul McCartney and Wings)
11:17- I should make-over my black beret - Mussolini style dramallama
11:28- Dirty dancing to 80's heavy metal again. Hellz yeah. I'm sort of high on life right now. xp
12:38- "Well when you think about it, when are molesters not community friendly?"; Snow is coming down harder, dad left for work, bluuuuurrrrg...
Also trying to update my profile to my liking, and failing horribly at it. NOTHING LOOKS RIGHT. gonk -tea-
8:33- Broke the news to my dad and stepmother that I tend to dance around a lot when I'm home alone with my music. They were trying to figure out my little 'food sickness' problem. Dad said, "You should start exercising more. I looked at his, straight-faced, and said "How do you know I'm not getting up and dancing while you're gone." My stepmom scoffed and gave me a look, saying "Because you wouldn't do that." I gave her a 'b***h please' look out of the corner of my eye and said "I do." They all stopped eating their pizza. My stepmother looked down, hurt to be proven wrong, as usual. Dad made a stupid joke that maybe I was sick from doing the twist too much. I told him I dance nothing like that, and was tempted to bring up the Basket Case in Breakfast Club, who dances by jumping around. I feel like this a good percent of the time they are gone and my music is cranked.
I find it sad when monkeys don't know THEY are the simple ones.
(chocolate cake for those who know the reference!)
9:01-
Dancing rant brought up horrid memories of having Poker Face cranked on my Ipod, dancing in my room with my shirt off when mom walked in on me. gonk emo 9:10- General Discussion is holding less and less interesting topics as the day goes by. Going through another regression, no doubt. There was more excitement in the forum when the Soundblast scourge happened. Now there's barely even so much as a lost nooblet to hold my better interest. Ughhhhhh boring day....
9:20- *catstretchhhhhh* nyaaaahhhhhhhh. >_<
I can has energy? The snow is padding my energy horribly. Compressing it like a horrid Youtube video.
I have to laugh, now, at those with a low tolerance for the cold who have taken a vacation to a warmer place this week. They'll be desensitized by the time they come back, freezing their asses off in 20 degree weather, while we rejoice at warmer tempuratures. Funny world, isn't it? twisted
9:34- So Dad hides all the incense AND eats the cheese pizza?! scream WHY DO YOU KEEP ME HERE?!
9:39- "So say goodbye, or stay forever! CHOOSE YOUR FATE! How else can we survive? DEAD IS THE NEW ALIVE!" "What is a day, without a blessed night? And what is peace, without a blessed, blessed, blessed, fight? A quick taste of the poison, a quick twist of the knife; when the obsession with death, the obsession with death becomes a way of life!"
9:52- Ouch. Chewing on my bottom lip till it bleeds. ._.
I need something to do. Debating to actually get dressed.
9:58- My self-esteem gets boosted when I wear my tank and jeans. ;D
Also, change of plans. My mother called my dad last night and said the blood in Watchmen wouldn't be good for me. Now, I can't see it. stare
My mother: Worries on the violence end of the spectrum. My father: worries on the sex and nudity end. WTF???
10:06- My much belated breakfast: Toast and hot chocolate. ALSO, WHO PUT THE TOASTER ON 6???
10:08- WIN
=DDDDDDDDDDD
*dance/sing*
10:34- Just pulled a 90's joke on a guy in the GD. xd I'm proud of myself.
Him: I'm an engineer. That means I solve problems. Not problems like "What is beauty?" Because that would fall within the purview of your conundrums of philosophy. I solve practical problems. Stand 'em up and I'll knock 'em down.
Me:That's great, but can you find out why kids love Cinnamon Toast Crunch? surprised
pwn'd b***h.
10:40- My dad calls me from work to say that if the snow storm doesn't get too bad here, we'll be going to see Coraline again. 4laugh That makes up for not being able to see Watchmen. I should find a way to wear as many buttons as possible to the movie. twisted
11:04- *catstretch* I should really dress up for the movie. The storm won't hit by the time we have to go anyways. *sighs*.....
*cranks music and runs to room*.
11:13- Dancing to Katy Perry, cutting up a tee-shirt into a tank top. Feeling like a like a little kid and absolutely loving it. "We're so sorry, Uncle Albert, but there's no one left at home and I believe I'm gonna rain!" (Uncle Albert/Admiral Halsey-Paul McCartney and Wings)
11:17- I should make-over my black beret - Mussolini style dramallama
11:28- Dirty dancing to 80's heavy metal again. Hellz yeah. I'm sort of high on life right now. xp
12:38- "Well when you think about it, when are molesters not community friendly?"; Snow is coming down harder, dad left for work, bluuuuurrrrg...
