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the world is spinning at 78 rpm
Aug. 19th, 2000 11:47 pmI am a silly goosegirl for never updating this. It's sad when my apathy extends to being too sleepy to vomit a hundred words and click "post." I got rutilated quartz power beads that promise me passion. I was having a hard time choosing between that and rose quartz, since I am the pink princess, but they mean love, and I am loved enough to kill a girl. Not that I'm complaining, really, but there are times that I think a week in a nice, isolated hut on a mountain in Tibet would be the absolute best thing for me. Anyway, maybe I will become more passionate about existence...which prly just means I'll eat a lot.
Here we are at school. Kaa-chan and Mr. Dad brought me my Overflow Toys this weekend and fed me lots. (I am very passionate about white chocolate raspberry cheesecake from Olive Garden.) My room is preciously large with lots of room to dance, which is good, as my crack CDs arrived. HAPPY END OF YOU/CLEAR THE HALLS TIME. Rock on lovers everywhere because that's basically it. something like that. Everyone is a chipmunk.
Mother likes to shop, and I was bad and let her buy me things. The beads, and a little black Beanie Baby bear. I hate myself for thinking it's cute. She bought me a Patrick chameleon for some reason. Then they dragged me to the mall, so I just had to go in Suncoast and notice the fourth Slayers TRY tape was there and subtitled, and one of us asked the rest if we were really capable of going until Thanksgiving without drooling over Xelloss, and the sad little fangirl one answered with a resounding FUCK NO, so I have to go die in a corner now because I am Officially Too Sick To Live.
uuh. Here comes that boy's friend online. He talks to me way more often than he used to. I think that boy told him to entertain me during my weirder moods. "Humor the Princess of Prozac whilst I exit, stage right." Despite my disgust with this, I am already noticing that I am less hostile in only the few days I've been here. M-ville is slow poison, but the effects disperse fairly quickly once I'm removed from the source. I think HT Adams is the Hellmaster in disguise. That's why he feels safe directing parking at the high school. I should have broken his foot when I had the chance.
OKAY. I have now determined that cracked-out P5 remixes are NOT the best medicine for an anime-boi-crush. Either that or someone put speed in my granola bars.
It's all right to be in weird moods though, because I love everyone. It's just tough love, and I demand complete devotion in return, or else I am sad and chew my own ankles. This is not productive. I should learn to chew other people's ankles at least. One small step for diet Coke, one giant leap for Paco the Parrot.
it is sleepy time.
(la la la la Happy Ending.)
Here we are at school. Kaa-chan and Mr. Dad brought me my Overflow Toys this weekend and fed me lots. (I am very passionate about white chocolate raspberry cheesecake from Olive Garden.) My room is preciously large with lots of room to dance, which is good, as my crack CDs arrived. HAPPY END OF YOU/CLEAR THE HALLS TIME. Rock on lovers everywhere because that's basically it. something like that. Everyone is a chipmunk.
Mother likes to shop, and I was bad and let her buy me things. The beads, and a little black Beanie Baby bear. I hate myself for thinking it's cute. She bought me a Patrick chameleon for some reason. Then they dragged me to the mall, so I just had to go in Suncoast and notice the fourth Slayers TRY tape was there and subtitled, and one of us asked the rest if we were really capable of going until Thanksgiving without drooling over Xelloss, and the sad little fangirl one answered with a resounding FUCK NO, so I have to go die in a corner now because I am Officially Too Sick To Live.
uuh. Here comes that boy's friend online. He talks to me way more often than he used to. I think that boy told him to entertain me during my weirder moods. "Humor the Princess of Prozac whilst I exit, stage right." Despite my disgust with this, I am already noticing that I am less hostile in only the few days I've been here. M-ville is slow poison, but the effects disperse fairly quickly once I'm removed from the source. I think HT Adams is the Hellmaster in disguise. That's why he feels safe directing parking at the high school. I should have broken his foot when I had the chance.
OKAY. I have now determined that cracked-out P5 remixes are NOT the best medicine for an anime-boi-crush. Either that or someone put speed in my granola bars.
It's all right to be in weird moods though, because I love everyone. It's just tough love, and I demand complete devotion in return, or else I am sad and chew my own ankles. This is not productive. I should learn to chew other people's ankles at least. One small step for diet Coke, one giant leap for Paco the Parrot.
it is sleepy time.
(la la la la Happy Ending.)