ANIME/MANGA NERD
[x] You watch anime.
[x] You read manga.
[x] You buy/collect anime DVDs or manga volumes.
[x] You own some other form of anime/manga merchandise.
[x] You have referred to an anime character as 'hot' before.
[ ] You have cosplayed.
[ ] You have done so in public.
[ ] You have been to an anime/manga convention.
[x] You have created/joined a fanclub for an anime/manga character.
[ ] You have created/joined a hateclub for an anime/manga character.
[ ] You have squealed when you found out somebody had the same name as an anime character you knew.
[x] You enjoy drawing anime.
[ ] People you know know you as the 'anime' person.
[ ] You know that it is pronouced 'mawnguh' and not 'manga' like it is spelled. <-disagree ¬_¬
Anime/manga nerd = 7
ART NERD
[x] You like art.
[ ] You actually consider yourself an artist.
[ ] When using art supplies, the brand of them matters to you.
[ ] You have a favorite brand.
[x] You have asked for art supplies as a Christmas/birthday gift before.
[ ] You give people your drawings as gifts.
[x] People actually ask for your drawings.
[ ] You are/were known as 'the art person' at your school.
[x] Instead of just 'brown' or ' pink', you'd be specific; it's 'sienna brown' or 'blush pink'.
[ ] You have taken an art class outside of school.
[x] You have considered a career as an artist.
[x] Your school papers are always covered in doodles.
[x] You have a favorite artist.
[x] Your drawings have been framed.
[x] You carry a sketchbook with you everywhere you go.
Art nerd = 9
MUSICAL NERD
[x] You play a musical instrument.
[x] You play more than one instrument.
[x] You actually really enjoy playing your instrument.
[x] You've given your instrument a name.
[x] You've participated in an extracurricular activity for your instrument.
[ ] You are known by what you play.
[x] You listen to classical music.
[ ] You have a favorite composer.
[ ] All of your friends are from your band/orchestra class
[ ] You write music.
[x] You've had discussions with your friends about music; your favorite composers/instruments/musical time periods/key/etc...
[ ] You have considered a professional career with your instrument.
[ ] You are never nervous playing for other people.
Musical nerd = 7
VIDEO GAME NERD
[x] You play video games.
[ ] You own more than 4 different video game systems.
[x] You've had debates over which system is the greatest.
[x] You play video games every day. .
[x] You have played a video game for over 10 hours.
[x] You have songs from your favorite video games on Cds.
[x] You love to talk about video games.
[ ] You memorize the dates for when a new game is being released.
[ ] People know you as the 'gamer' person.
[ ] You spend more time on video games than you do hanging out with friends.
[x] Your gaming system is in your room.
[ ] You have preferences when it comes to what company your game came from.
[ ] You've had debates over which company is the best.
[x] You keep playing a game until you beat it.
[x] It makes you angry when you found out somebody looked up cheat codes on the internet to beat their game.
Video game nerd = 9
COMPUTER NERD
[x] You use the computer every day.
[x] You have an account/username on some sort of social website.
[ ] You go into random internet chatrooms.
[x] You spend at least 2 hours a day on the computer.
[x] You use computer faces.
[x] It is hard to go a day without using the computer.
[x] You spend time in online forums.
[ ] In the forum/chatroom you use, you are known there by everyone else.
[x] You have friends you have only met online.
[x] You have actually met an online friend in person.
[x] U cn ezly rd 'txttlk.'
[ ] You have said 'lol' or 'omg' in speech that is not online.
[x] You can type really, really fast.
Computer nerd = 10
Verdict: I'm a nerd...
The Letter A
Are you available?: Yes ma'am.
What is your age?: Ninteen.
What annoys you?: People and things in certain situations.
The Letter B
Do you live in a big house?: No, I live in a teeny tiny dorm room.
When is your birthday?: Pearl Harbor Day!
Who is your best friend?: 
Cherie.
The Letter C
What’s your favorite candy?: Depends on what I'm in the mood for, really.
Who’s your crush?: Currently? Adam.
When was the last time you cried?: Not long enough ago.
The Letter D
Do you daydream?: All the time.
What’s your favorite kind of dog?: German Shepard. <3
What day of the week is it?: Monday. x_X I have two tests today.
The Letter E
How do you like your eggs?: Scrambled! Or boiled.
Have you ever been in the emergency room?: Yup
What’s the easiest thing ever to do?: Breathe.
The Letter F
Have you ever flown in a plane?: Once
Do you use fly swatters?:Sometimes.
Have you ever used a foghorn?: No...
The Letter G
Do you chew gum?: When I have it.
Are you a giver or a taker?: Uh I guess it depends.
Do you like gummy candies?: Yes.
The Letter H
How are you?: I have a test in 40 minutes.
What color is your hair?: Blonde
The Letter I
What’s your favorite ice cream?: Chocolate!
Have you ever ice skated?: Not that I remember?
Do you play an instrument?: Baritone. I can still sorta play trumpet...
The Letter J
What’s your favorite jelly bean brand?: I don't really like Jelly Beans.
Do you wear jewelry?: Not often.
The Letter K
Who do you want to kill?: Ooooh, secret secrets.
Do you want kids?: Eeeh. Not really.
Where did you go for kindergarten?: LaGrange.
The Letter L
Are you laid back?: I can be.
Do you lie?: "Sometimes the truh hurts. In these situations, I recommend lying."
The Letter M
What's your favorite movie?: The Boondock Saints. I don't usually like watching movies more than once..
Do you still watch Disney movies?: I wish. I miss the Lion King
Do you like mangos?: Never actually had one.
The Letter N
Do you have a nickname?: Ereh.
What's your real name?: Erika.
What's your favorite number?: 17.
Do you prefer night over day?: Yes.
The Letter O
What’s your one wish?: To make it through college without drowning in debt.
Are you an only child?: Nope, I have a sister.
The Letter P
What's one fear are you most paranoid about?: Putting time into relationships and having it blow up in my face again.
What are your pet peeves?: Lots of stuff.
What’s a personality trait you look for in people?: That I like them.
The Letter Q
What’s your favorite quote?: "You say tomato, I say pimp" as far as funny goes. I looove quotes.
Are you quick to judge people?: Yes.
The Letter R
Do you think you’re always right?: I'm very stuborn.
Are you one to cry?: Not usually.
The Letter S
Do you prefer sun or rain?:Rain!
Do you like snow?: Yes
What’s your favorite season?: Winter/Spring.
The Letter T
What time is it?: 11:25
What time did you wake up?: Dragged myself out of bed at 9:30.
When was the last time you slept in a tent?: A year ago?
The Letter U
Are you wearing underwear?: Yes
Underwear or boxers?: Underwear
The Letter V
What’s the worst veggie?: Celery maybe.
Where do you want to go on vacation?: Germany
The Letter W
What’s your worst habit?: Ask someone who has to deal with it?
Where do you live?: Wisconsin
What’s your worst fear?: Being left alone
The Letter X
Have you ever had an x-ray?: Fersure
Have you seen the x-games?: Parts
Do you own a xylophone?: No.
The Letter Y
Do you like the color yellow?: No
What’s one thing you yearn for?: To be able to breathe normally again. Stupid cold.
The Letter Z
Whats your zodiac sign?: Sagittarius
Do you believe in the zodiac?: To an extent.
Favorite zoo animal?: Big cats. x3
I remember it vividly, love
I've been walking erect
since the moment we met
and I caught your eye
to my suprise
That you're attracted to me is divine.
Shiksa(Girlfriend) - Say Anything
"I want that book."
The lamp flickered. Addy paused briefly, irritated, and then set herself back to her work. She carefully copied the old, faded symbols from the book down onto the page. On every line she put a symbol, followed by every symbol close to it from all the ancient languages with their meaning written underneath. The next line down she’d write the next symbol on the page, on and on for over a hundred pages full of symbols. This had been her constant project for the past year, studying the book her obsession for nearly fifteen.
The lamp flickered again and she looked up, glaring at it, irritated. It burned her eyes and she turned her head away, leaning down to pull another bulb from one of the desk drawers. She turned the lamp off and sat in the dark for a few minutes, then quickly unscrewed the hot bulb and replaced it with the new one. She turned the lamp back on and readied herself to begin copying down the symbols once more.
The lamp flickered. Addy looked up in surprise and this time reached down behind her to check the power cord. She pushed the plug firmly into place and then turned back to her work. She screamed.
A hand reached out towards the old book and Addy snatched it and pulled it tight to her chest with one arm, the other reaching under the edge of the desk to press the silent alarm. She slid her chair back against the wall and stared at the dark figure standing on the other side of the desk. It did not move.
“The guards are coming. You’re going to be arrested,” she told him, “You’re not going to steal this book.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re going to be arrested,” Addy hissed. “How did you even get in here? This is a secure area.”
The dark figure laughed. It was not a particularly pleasant laugh; it sent a cold shiver down Addy’s back. She looked at the door.
“The guards aren’t coming,” the figure said. It – he – stepped around the desk, into the light of the lamp. He looked young, lightly built. He had tattered heaps of clothes piled on him, including fingerless gloves and a hat. Greasy black hair peeked out from the edges of his cap and fell over dark eyes. He had dark rings under his eyes and smears of dirt and what Addy hoped was not blood across his face. He grinned at her with rotted, sharpened teeth and she shrunk back away from him. He extended a hand with dirty, yellowed claws of fingernails towards her.
Give it to me.”
Addy slid her chair back and tried to escape around the other side of the desk. She tripped over the cord of the lamp and fell hard on top of the book. Everything went black before she even had time to scream.
"Mirrors Part One"
Andreas turned the pages of the old, delicate book carefully. He studied the fading symbols printed on its old, yellowed pages as he scrolled through pages of images on his computer.
“Ray, sweetie, what are you doing?” his mother asked gently from the doorway, wiping her hands on her apron. “Dinner’s ready.”
“Thanks, ma,” Andreas said simply, sighing as yet another entire website catalog of old symbols proved useless. “Ma, when was this book written?”
“Oh, I don’t know,” his mother said gently, moving over to the table to close the book and pick it up, cradling it against her chest. “It’s a family heirloom. It tells our whole story. Everything in a little book, funny hm?”
“Everything? The end is blank, though,” Andreas frowned.
“Well,” his mother smiled. “We’re still living. They need room to write about us, too.”
“What? Mother, this book is all ancient! No one writes in it anymore. I can’t even find a record of this language.”
His mother grinned broadly. “When you’re older, you’ll understand.” She shifted the book into one arm, and put a hand on his shoulder.“Dinner, now.”
Andreas sighed and closed his laptop. He stood andleft the room. He glanced behind him to see his mother staring down into the book, open in her arms, with a blank look on her face. He frowned and hurried down the stairs and into the kitchen, pulling out a chair to sit across the table from his older brother Andrew. He scooped himself some mashed potatoes.
“Have some chicken,” Andrew said, offering him the plate of baked meat.
Andreas gagged a bit. “No thank you.”
“Why don’t you just eat like a regular person?” Andrew frowned. “And stop being late for dinner and making mom go get you. You’re wasting your time on that stupid book. If you spent half as much time working out as you do trying to read that stupid old book, maybe you could play some sports and not be a total loser at school. Hell, even if you spent that time on homework you could at least get good grades and be a nerd. At least then you’d fit in somewhere. Maybe even make some friends.”
“That ‘stupid book’ is supposed to be abou our family,” Andreas frowned. “Doesn’t it bother you that we have no idea what it says? It’s not like we have other family to ask abou anything. If we could read the book –“
“No,” his brother replied simply. “You know what I care about? Girls. Why don’t you find a nice girl to like and spend your time figuring out the mysteries of women?”
“Boys, please don’t fight,” their mother said as she came into the room and sat at the end of the table between them. “Andrew, your brother is still young. He doesn’t have to like girls yet. And let him experiment with these little lifestyle choices as he pleases. If he wants to be a vegetarian, let him be a vegetarian. It can’t hurt as long as he still takes his pills. Have you been taking your pills, Andreas?”
“Yes, mother,” Andreas sighed, staring down at the potatoes he was pushing around with his fork as his cheeks burned.
“See, Andrew? Everything’s fine. Apologize to your brother, please.”
“Sorry, Ray,” Andrew grumbled.
Their mother smiled. “See, now we can have a lovely dinner as a family. No more fighting.”
They sat in silence for a few moments.
“What are you boys going to be doing after school this week?”
“I have football practice,” Andrew said. “There’s a game on Friday. It’s Homecoming. Are you going to come, mom?”
“I’m not sure, sweetheart,” she replied. “I certainly will if I’m feeling well. If not, your brother will videotape it for me. Won’t you, Andreas?”
“Yes, mother,” Andreas nodded.
“Lovely. We can watch it as a family, then.”
“Mom,” Andrew said. “I’d really like you to be there this time. It’s my senior year, it’s the last time Ill be playing for Homecoming. Please come.”
“We’ll see,” their mother said lightly with a big smile. Andrew glared at her.She stared at Andrew for a moment, then her face fell a bit. “What’s wrong, honey?”
“Nothing, mom.”
They did not speak the rest of the meal. Andreas ate his potatoes quickly and Andrew pushed the food on his plate around boredly. Both of them watched their mother as she scooped up the potatoes with her hands and ate them delicately, wiping her hands on her apron now and again. She was grinning and humming all the while. After a bit, she got up and drifted up the stairs, turning off the lights.
Andreas got up to turn the lights in the kitchen back on, and Andrew got up.
“Do the dishes. I’m going out,” Andrew said.
“Out? Out where?”
“Anywhere,” Andrew replied. “I need to get out of the asylum for a bit.”
“That’s not funny,” Andreas snapped, refusing to move from the doorway.
“No, it’s not,” Andrew said, shoving Andreas back out of the way. “At least mom actually has a problem, why can’t you just act normal?”
Andrew slammed the door on his way out. The picture frame on the wall fell and the glass shattered. Andreas rushed over and picked up the frame, cradling the picture carefully. It hadn’t been damaged, he was relieved to find as he brushed the glass away from the old photo. He stared at it, the only picture they had of the whole family. He was just a baby in his mother’s arms, and his father stood with his hands on Andrew’s shoulders.
Andreas’s eyes welled up. Why did Andrew get to remember their father and not him? Andrew didn’t even care about the family.
“Andrew? Andreas? Is everything alright, boys?”
Andreas set the picture frame down and began to gather up the shards of glass hurriedly as he heard his mother stirr. “Yeah, ma,” he called. “Everything’s fine.”
His heart beat fast as he gathered all the glass into his hands hurriedly. One of the shards dug into his hand, and blood began to drip down onto the floor. He snagged the lip of the small trashcan next to the mail table and tossed the shards in, gathering the rest of them the best he could as he heard his mother come down the stairs. He stood and turned around, holding his hand behind his back. He smiled at her.
“Ma, everything’s fine. The picture frame just broke, see?” he held up the picture frame with his uninjured hand.
“I heard something break,” his mother frowned. “It wasn’t a mirror, was it?”
“No, mother. There are no mirrors.”
His mother’s face was plagued with worry. “Oh, I hope it wasn’t a mirror…”
She began to look over every picture frame, move the vases on the mantle and sift through the mail on the table. She opened the drawer on the table and searched there, as well.
“Mom, there are no mirrors,” Andreas said again, but she continued to go into the kitchen and search through all the cabinets. Andreas heaved a sigh and went up the stairs into the bathroom to wash and bandage the cut on his hand. He moved as his mother came in and checked under the sink, between the towels, and in the shower for mirrors. She turned to him then, a petrified look on her face. She asked again, “It wasn’t a mirror, was it?”
“No, ma. It was just a picture frame. There are no mirrors in the house,” Andreas frowned.
“Mirrors,” his mother said gently. “You stay away from them, Andreas. You hear me?”
Andreas tried not to roll his eyes while she was looking. “Mother, have you been taking your medicine?”
“Andreas, do you hear me? You stay away from mirrors!”
“Mom, calm down. It’s okay. There are no mirrors in the house, alright?” he took his face in her hands, stroking her cheek with his thumb. “Go to sleep. It was just a picture frame that broke. There are no mirrors.”
His mother hesitated as her eyes watered. She stared at him hard, and then nodded a bit, then more. She smiled. “Good night, Andreas.”
“Good night, mother.”
He frowned when she walked away.
Out one day
walking one day
out one day with you,
Hallelujah.
Trolley Wood - Eisley
I've said it before, and it won't be the last time - February sucks.
No joke, February is the month I hate more than any other month ever. Everything shitty happens in February.
Valentine's Day is neato with making cards and getting candy and watching people get engaged and stuff(congrats to those of you that are in that group this year, btw. <3), but besides that February is basically the worst month ever.
Good thing it's so short. Oh, maybe that's why it's so awful - overcompensation. It just wants to be remembered.
Introspection is always good though, isn't it?
I've been doing a lot of that. Or at least attempting.
I've been doing really poorly in school. Well, not REALLY poorly. I just haven't been doing as well as I'd like. I've decided that my whole "I'll do it when I feel like it" attitude is just not cutting it. I need to start getting homework done on time -- ahead of time -- and liking it. My history class got me all upset, but I really need to look at it and know that I screwed up in that class. It's my fault that I got the grade that I did, no matter how much the teacher and I disagreed and how awfully she graded, and I need to do something different to make sure the same thing doesn't happen again. In my writing class, specifically. I have such an urge to just do nothing in that class like I do in most of my other classes, and I just can't do that anymore. It's not the way to get what I want out of things.
My heart's in sync with
these toxic memories
when I look back, I
wish I had more of these
...
Let me hear you say
"Hey kid, I missed this
Hey kid, I missed this"
'Cause I missed this.
Hey, hey, lookit
you came around again
Didn't think I'd see you
with how things ended back then
Hey, hey, old friend
I think it's been too long.
Hey Hey - October Fall
Also, money. Money's an issue for everyone, isn't it? We're going through a hard time economically and all, and money is one of the(if not THE) leading causes of divorce. I am awful with money, though. Seriously awful. I spend money on everything because I have it...
But I made myself a budget tonight, and I made myself a file that I have to write down every purchase I make so that I will think a little longer about buying things. I'm getting a tax refund and I'm going to put it away in the bank here in Tomah so that I can't have it in LaCrosse. And no more using paycheck money for the rest of the school year - I have my TowerOne card and that's ALL. For the rest of the school year. Period.
I will, of course, use paycheck money when I go to Arkansas and also when I go to the Fall Out Boy concert in May. But that's vacations. By doing my homework and saving my money better, I will have earned it by then. Hopefully.
You only hold me up like this
because you don't know who I really I am
sometimes I just want to know what it's like
to be you.
...
You only hold me up like this
'cause you don't know who I really am
I used to waste my time on
waste my time on
I used to waste my time dreaming of being alive
Now I only waste it dreaming of you.
...
I've got headaches and bad luck
but they couldn't touch you, no.
Of All the Gin Joints in the World - Fall Out Boy
Also, thanks to a freaking wonderful boy that I know I've started a new project: Making a list of everything I want to do in my life. I think that maybe it will help me with purpose, feeling like I'm moving towards something good.
I've also started writing again. I might post some of it here.
Word's out -
I'm not the man I used to be
You knew it all along
I felt this way
I put it in this song
Tear me apart
for pouring out my heart
I know it wouldn't phase you in the least.
I hate you now.
Remember how I held you for
all the lonely nights you know we shared.
Remember how you never cared
about anything I said
And now I'm dead to you
so bury me instead
The Ransom - Cartel
For everyone who looks at the song lyrics thinking, "WTF, why?":
When Words Fail, Music Speaks
Sometimes I wish you would pay more attention to my favorite songs, because the lyrics they sing are the words I'm too afraid to say.
"We mouth your words when your tongues are too paralyzed"
"We are your favorite quote."
Yearbook Club: Boys in Bands Interlude - Gym Class Heroes
I'm behind on homework and now I have this awful headcold that leaves me wishing to be asleep constantly.
Moreso than before, even, and that's quite a feat.
I haven't done much of anything today, though I had quite a lot of things to do. I moved my car and have no idea(once again) if it’s in the right place or if I’ll get a ticket. I have four now, quite a collection. All paid the day I get them of course, but still. I’m sick of getting them. I don’t really want to give my car up again but…
My damn keyboard is still agitating me. I used to have the thing where you can tap the touchpad and click on stuff disabled, but now that my laptop got fixed it’s back to that way and I can’t figure out how to disable it again.
My neck and back hurt a lot always, I need to use my certificate for a free chiropractic adjustment one of these days.
I’m going to a Gaelic Storm concert on Friday. I double-booked myself though, so I have to work at 9 and the concert starts at 8. Whoo.
February sucks so much. I hate it, it’s a lame-ass midget-month. It should be declared not a month like Pluto was declared not a planet; it’s so small it doesn’t count, and no one cares. You only notice February every four years. Or on Valentine’s Day, which is a sham of a holiday that deserves the sham of a month its in.
(I’m not anti-Valentine’s Day, but I’m neutral about it. It being in February is my only real beef with it.)
I’m stressed, bitter. I’m kind of an awful person. I’ve been listening to angsty music and thinking about writing more angsty poems. But I don’t because I don’t want anyone to read them anymore. I don’t want anyone to do anything with me. I don’t want to have anything to do with anyone mostly. There are few exceptions.
I got some health food, have decided to try to be healthier. Funny that I get sick now, isn’t it? Hilarious.
The one bright point of the month:
I have the best roommate ever now. Soooo much better than my old one. She’s sweet and cute and everyone loves her. She likes me and doesn’t seem to mind how messy I am. She gives a damn about me. She has nice, polite friends and is quiet when I am sleeping. She enjoys naps as much as I do, and the same can be said for chocolate. She’s very nice.
She bought me oranges this afternoon after she heard that I was sick. She gave me chocolate on Valentine’s Day, and presents from Vietnam when we met. I love her to death, and she likes me enough to have asked me to live with me next year. I am very happy, even if her boyfriend gets on my nerves when I’m in a bad mood. I enjoy playfighting with him when I feel okay, but otherwise I get irritated.
I love my roommate, hate February.
End.
You were a child
who was made of glass
You carried a black heart
passed down from your dad
If somebody loved you, they’d tell you by now
We all turn away when you’re down
You want to go back to where you felt safe
to hear your brother’s laughter,
see your mother’s face
Your child at home is just powder-white bones
and you never found your way back
And when you’re gone,
will they say your name?
And when you’re gone,
Will they love you the same?
If not, that’s okay.
If not, that’s okay.
You are broken and callow
cautious and safe
You are boundless in beauty
with fright in your face
Until someone loves you,
I’ll keep you safe
But like them, I will give you away
And when you’re gone,
will they say your name?
And when you’re gone,
will they love you the same?
If not, that’s okay.
And when you’re gone,
will they say your name?
And when you’re gone
will they love you the same?
Oh, when you’re gone
We won’t say a word
But you know, that’s okay.
Don’t you know that’s okay?
That's Okay - The Hush Sound
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Today was not a good day. In fact it sucked a whole lot. The worst I've felt in a super long time. The most I've cried in a super long time. I've decided to skip my morning class so I can sleep in tomorrow and make myself feel a little bit better. It's sucky since I only have two classes tomorrow, but... damn. I need something like a break. I've got myself wanting to break bones.
LOVE SONG SURVEY
DIRECTIONS: PICK A LOVE SONG ON YOUR PLAYLIST. FOR EVERY TIME THE WORD 'LOVE' IS SAID, WRITE A FACT ABOUT YOURSELF.
^ First of all, may I say that having to count that is kind of ridiculous? I refuse. I'm going with 10.
1. I just discovered this neat little thing called RateMyProfessors.com. I'm really having a good time with it. I know that everyone else and their mother knew about this long ago, but I am seriously really entertained.
2. For my Physics teacher, someone said what I think every class: "Her laugh haunts me in my dreams."
She laughs at nearly everything she says even though it is not funny. Unfunny, even.
3. My roomate came in while I was singing tonight. Embarassing. There's a reason I don't sing in public. She, however, asked me if I sang in the band(haha) and told me that she likes my singing. She's such a sweetheart. Seriously.
Best. Roomie. Ever.
4. I didn't get any sleep last night because it was so unbelievably warm in here, but I'm still not really tired. I'm pretty impressed. It must be thanks to all the extra sleep I got this weekend or something.
5. I slept a lot this weekend.
6. Despite having been caught once already tonight, I'm singing to the 'love' song that I picked. It's called 'Honey' and is by the Hush Sound. It's a love song that turns into a not-love song. It's awesome.
7. I have a Vox to put this kind of stuff. Read it.
http://nautika.vox.com
8. I am really really really really sore. My back hurts so much. Anyone want to give me a massage?
9. I like songs for the lyrics. I wish I could write like my favorite lyricists.
10. I don't know why I did this survey other than that I'm really frickin' bored. Oh man.
Yeah so I can't really even keep my word when it comes to my blog updating schedule. I suppose that makes me an awful person, but oh well.
I'm all moved back into college, snuggly snug in my living arrangments. I adore my new roomate. She is sweet and kind and just frickin' awesome to live with. Her friends are very polite as well. I really couldn't be happier. I wonder if she feels the same about me? I'm a messy person, I would have to say hard to live with. I really should live alone just because I'm just so... against the grain I guess. As long as things are fine for me I tend to just leave them be. That's probably not good roomate-wise.
I cleaned up a bit today because I figured that my parents were coming to visit, and they'd pick at everything. But they ended up not even coming up to the room, so whatever. They took me to dinner at Pizza Doctors - absolutely delicious. Sooo awesome. We've(I) also decided that my dad is having a birthday party next weekend so I can go home and get my car to use next week to take Adam to look for jobs, and probably to take myself shopping to get a new sweatshirt or such at Vanity. I also need to go to the bank and deposit(or cash, if I decide I really want to go shopping) my check.
It's a really nice day outside today. That was good because... well, it's nice out for when I walk to work, but also kinda sucky 'cause it means that with the heater in my room eternally on it gets REALLY frickin' hot. I have the window open currently, because my fan broke last night. =( It caught the end of the bookmark in THGTTG and got the ribbon all wound around the inside, and it broke while I was trying to unwind it. I want to crack it open, pull the ribbon off, and then put it back together, but attempts so far have been unsuccessful.
I've been hanging out with Bob and Kayla a bunch. This makes me happy. I also try to talk to Adam more... but that's kind of a different story, isn't it? Very awkward. I tend to get flustered and ramble. Because I'm so smooth. Sooo smooth. Crushes make everyone awkward, though, don't they?
I have to work 4 - 10 both nights this weekend, but next weekend I am free!! This makes me extremely happy. I'm going home for my dad's birthday, obviously, and then getting my car... Yay fun. I miss Quincy. =( I haven't really needed him, but still. It's nice to have the option of driving somewhere.
I've been listening to Folie a Deux a lot. Lots of the songs are plucking at my heartstrings pretty good lately.
The Top Ten Currently:
- "Hurry, hurry. You put my head in such a flurry. What the fuck, well what makes you so special? What makes you so special?"
- "The planets align, you're just like Mars. You shine in the sky, you shine in the sky."
- "Oh yeah, I've got a lot of friends who are stars, but some are just black holes."
- "I've got troubled thoughts and the self-esteem to match, what a catch."
- "While the others are just snoring away, I'm trying to trick myself to fall asleep again."
- "I don't just want to be a footnote in someone else's happiness."
- "I'm not the same as I was before. I am, it was just venting. Dear Gravity, you held me down in this starless city."
- "I want to scream "I love you" at the top of my lungs, but I'm afraid that someone else will hear me."
- "I'm a caterpillar that got stuck. Mr. Moth come quick, with any luck. A long walk to a dark house, a Roman Candle heart, keep us far apart."
- "I can't explain a thing, and I want everything to change and stay the same. Time doesn't care about anyone or anything."
Why:
- Oh, crushes. Aren't they lovely little things? I can't get him out of my head.
- Same as above.
- Truth. Some of my friends are awesome, and some like to bleed the life out of things.
- =P It might just sound emo, but it's reasoned well in my head. It sucks when you like someone sooo much and are prett much deathly afraid to tell them. My crush likes someone else. I'd feel selfish acting like/thinking he should choose me instead. Bleh.
- I have trouble sleeping a lot. I've been waking up pretty often in the middle of the night.
- Who does?
- Frustration and inconsistancy ftw?
- I couldn't explain it if I tried.
- ... Well, you know. I'm so bad at love. D= Of course I guess you can't really be good at something you've never done before, but still.
- It's true. =/
Not the greatest explanations, but hey. I'm not good with feelings. So there ya go.
P.S. - Congrats to those of you who know about the secret treasures. Don't ruin my secrets. Hahahaha.
I'm so bad at blogs. So bad.
The last time I updated this my not-boyfriend had been blowing me off because he was making out with some other chick behind my back. O_o And before that it was when I was going through all that bullshit with Poodle. Wow, that was a year ago. That's really... Awful. xD
Oh well, neither of those things really matter in my life anymore.
I'M GOING BACK TO COLLEGE ON SATURDAY!
I'm excited. And I've decided that instead of cluttering my DA journal with my blogs, I'm going to start writing them here. It would be good for me to vent because lately I've just been feeling awful and have constantly been on the verge of a breakdown because I can't bring myself to actually tell real people my problems face-to-face.
So here's the plan: Wednesday and Saturday are mandatory blog days. I need to make sure that I keep a steady string of theraputic activities. I want to feel better about myself in a lot of ways.
So.
I went up on Saturday night to get Cherie from the airport Sunday afternoon. My mum, my aunt, my aunt's fiance, and I went out to dinner at this really awesome-looking new restaraunt, from which I got food poisioning.
Really, really terrible food poisoning.
I spent from about 1 - 8 am Sunday morning vomiting. The rest of the day I was nauseous, faint, and sore.
We were supposed to spend the day at the Mall Of America and we ended up just going through the Aquarium really fast and then leaving so that my mother could take me to the hospital. Yeah, Cherie's first day here included a trip to the hospital for me. xD How exciting, right?
There is nothing really wrong with me - I feel great today! - I was just a little dehydrated and a little low on Potassium. The doctors said I got hit really hard by food poisioning, but I should be fine. And I do feel fine today, if not a little sore, so everything's going pretty well.
Cherie's sitting on the couch. She can't get her laptop on the internet because my wireless is being retarded and the program won't open. So we might have to uninstall and reinstall everything tonight. Which means both of us might have internet... or neither of us might have internet. Oh well. We've done pretty well before right now without internet.
They still don't have my goddamn car done.
They told us, "Maybe tomorrow" when we called today.
It better be fucking done by tomorrow, let me tell you.
Sometime this week we still need to:
-Go see that Kung Fu Panda movie
-Go shopping
-Go horseback riding
-Go to Jellystone
Horseback riding is probably the biggest priority, but both of us need to get our dads a father's day present so that's up there on the list, too.
I better have my damn car back.
I REALLY don't want to have to take my dad's truck and take him to work and pick him up.
Really.
on Quiz Time!