writer’s block for your hair?
cuz i’m having some serious issues on this one. and maybe that’s why i’m in such a foul state today. mood of doom, or something. it’s the hair (aka scapegoat), i can’t deal with barrettes that don’t work and shit that don’t hold things up.
i need style, or at least something to keep it all out of my face.
bad hairdays are seriously detrimental to productivity, ya know?
today i am displeased with a bunch of things. and stressing, so super stressing. i don’t even know why, but right now i’m feeling way too overwhelmed. it’s really, really unpleasant.
everything is just a little too fucked in my head right now.
oh my god…am i going to have to start WATCHING THIS SHOW?!?!?! i don’t think i can, but my old college buddy — tom motherfuckin’ lowe — is on american idol.
see:
oh my god…tom lowe. i seriously just ran into this fool this summer, oh my god. but i hate hate hate american idol.
i am, so 100% totally and completely in love with my apartment. it is unbelievably awesome, everything about it is AWESOME. my bedroom is finally coming together — mainly because i have the best boss ever! — and the living room is at least setup. i’ve got the kitchen pretty much completely good to go with everything in it, and my bathroom is ready pending some shelves and maybe a towel rack.
everything is fabulous in it.
moving was a fucking ordeal, and those stairs are brutal, but i’m happy. and i could not have been moved in to spend my first night in my apt by this past saturday if not for the help of colin, which was way awesome. lola had a spazz attack initially, but now she’s in love with the apartment too — i can tell. she’s a whore for the sunny window sills. and sleeping cuddled on my bed. last night, i even cooked my first dinner in the apartment, it was great! because it is mine, because it is beautimous. i’m still getting used to all this freedom, but it is utterly fabulous.
i love it.
of course, stocking a new apartment is hard work and now i am like, so completely and totally poor as shit. poor as shit until next thursday. and that sucks HARD.
but in the end, it’s all worth it. completely.
all this packing and moving and haulin’ about of “things” makes me think of things i should like to get rid of and things i should like to acquire for mi casa nueva.
real dishes are high on the list. and decorative items. bar items. etc. etc. and etc.
but one of these days, i should like to have a real bed again. a non-futon bed. with a real mattress and such.
but most importantly…with a headboard.
that is most key.
sometimes, i really miss no doubt. like, when they were first out tragic kingdom-era. because not too many bands are rockin’ a female frontman and it was fun, and good and i could listen to “don’t speak” about a million times in a row without a hitch because it was just so spot-on.
even when i was like, 14 and had no clue about what heartbreak really feels like. even when all i wanted was to have abs like gwen stefani’s (that whore).
and now they are no more. and i kind of totally miss it.
this article makes me so sad for the american youth, also kind of completely squicked out: students use IM-lingo in essays.
there are just so many things wrong with that. so many, many stupid things wrong with that! bleh.
Fourteen-year-old Brandi Concepcion, a pupil of Austin’s, said wit, da and dat — used in place of with, the and that — sometimes creep into her homework.
“I write like that in the rough draft, but I try to catch the mistakes before I turn in the final draft,” she said.
ok a.) where are these retards parents? why aren’t they smacking some sense into their youngins, huh? b.) how is it they don’t get caught with these kinds of mistakes until the turning-in part of the homework? what does that say about our educational system and c.) that’s fucked up!
i absolutely hate, loathe and despise im-speak. which is “slightly” different than 1337-5p34|<, but not by a whole lot. fuckers.
