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10/31/2006 The Story of My LifeI may have accidently fulfilled one of my life ambitions.
Two nights ago at Gary Point, I saw a shooting star. The truth is, I wasn't wearing my glasses/contacts, and I was (as usual) randomly looking upwards.
So then I see this white thing arching across, low in the sky, and it looked like it was cartwheeling at the same time. Even though my brain was like "Hmm, is it just a plane", deep down inside I knew it was the first shooting star I have ever seen, and I was so happy inside, because I couldn't believe how beautiful it was. In Walt Disney cartoons, they have the white tumbling line fly across the sky and I always thought "oh well, it's a cartoon", but that is probabaly the most real part of the cartoon because my shooting star looked exactly like that. It was CARTWHEELING my god, how can it possibly be more special?
After it all, AKA: now, I wish I had been wearing my device that would bend light entering my cornea so the vision of objects would become clearer when reflected in my brain, but I suppose it was better than nothing.
And obviously it doesn't matter that when I saw the shooting star I was looking for a place to pee. 10/28/2006 A thank you They say we should always think about the things we have, and be grateful.
So there's someone I wanna thank, for being in my life. Thank you, because...
You keep me warm, feed me, love me, spoil me, play with me, take care of me, watch out for me, keep me company, talk to me, listen to me, kiss my boo boos, do things that I dont wanna do for me. You hug me, kiss me, give me piggy back rides, carry things for me, bring things for me, find things for me, throw away garbage for me, let me use your things, let me break your things, feel sorry after you get angry at me, feel sorry when I get angry at you, let me hit you, let me pinch you, let me kick you, let me make fun of you, let me laugh at you, for hours, in a row, and put up with my endless giggles. You think I'm pretty even when I'm angry, think I'm pretty even when I'm ugly, think I'm cute even when I'm dumb, think I'm cute, think I'm not too fat, say that I'm not too fat, think I'm special, think I can think, think that I will eventually grow up, think it's okay even if I don't.
You like the way I dress, like me no matter how I dress, like me when I sing, like me when I think I'm singing, like me when I dance, like me when I can't dance, like the way I talk, like me when I don't talk, like me when I talk too much. You like me when I'm happy, like me when I'm crazy, like me when I'm silly, like me when I'm sleepy, like me when I'm not me, like me for me, like only me, tell me that you like only me, prove that you like only me, show everyone that you like me, make everyone believe that you like only me, so that everyone tells me I'm lucky cause you like me.
And that's how I know I'm lucky. Because of all these things. Thank you. 10/27/2006 Talented IndividualsIt makes me so annoyed when I see people mix up spelling of words with the same pronounciation.
It is so lame. Someone wrote "I turned it off so I cant here you agen." And their opponent, being equally ridiculous (I suppose that's why they actually bothered arguing with each other), said "Whatever, your a crap warior, you just dyed." I want to fish their brains out with a dull hook and see what the hell they have done with it. But I doubt it would work, because their brains have probably commited suicide out of pity for themselves and disintegrated to destroy all evidence that they were ever there.
In which case I would find their skull empty, but that would be fine too, since they can then serve as organ donors, which is probably the best use they can be put to.
"Homework assignment #4: Write about what you think you will be good at doing when you grow up."
"i think i wood like to be a orgen doner"
I went and got the nail decorating thingies again... Not as nice as the ones I had before, but still nice, so yey! 10/22/2006 MACWhatever, I think that that's the brand. Thank god for friends who are maturer than I, because two days ago I was looking to get a bit of makeup, (afterall, I AM 19, not having make up makes people go "hahahahahahahahahahahaaa" at me) and I was like, I must go get a specialist to match up my skin tone with a shade of make up. (Don't think I knew this. My sister told me.) So then Nina, being Nina, dragged my reluctant and lame self to this MAC make up person in The Bay, (lame, I know, department stores ftl) as a good friend would, and did not laugh at my nervousness, as a good friend who did not want to be punched wouldn't. She (the make up person) took only like, two seconds to decide on everything she needed and it actually DID match my lamely pale skin (as Nina put it). So I was sitting there trying not to laugh as she did the foundation for me, because I felt silly as groups of shopping people were walking by staring. And then she did the other stuffs, concealer and the powder set-it-in thing (damn, I still don't know what it is called, sis, if you read this, tell me please), and I got her to write down the shade numbers for me, and I later came back to make my parents pay. (I know, I know, but I still live at home, aka: still my daddy's little girl, aka: still spending his money guiltlessly.) My mom, being supportive of my attempt to be girly and mature, introduces me to different types of make up brushes and gives me three. A big one, and small one, and a really small one. Yey. 10/21/2006 Bite the hand that feeds you. Yey!My hammie.
I woke him up because I had a bit of lettuce I wanted to give him. I was gently poking him, and he woke up and very softly bit my pinky. Thinking that he was absolutely adorable, I let him. As usual, he continues lightly gnawing on my finger... For about twenty seconds...
Suddenly, there is this sharp, hot pain on my pinky and I pull my hand away really fast (but not too fast because a small part of my brain said "dont move too fast, you'll scare Hammie"...) And even though I knew that there was blood running down my pinky into my palm, I calmly gave him the bit of lettuce and closed his cage. Then I proceeded to the bathroom where I tilted my hand into the sink so I wouldn't have to hold a pool of my own blood. Then I kneel by the sink for the next ten minutes running my hand (aka: my blood) under cold water, until my mom says "why are you kneeling by the sink?"
And I said "mmmphgeehfffmghhhh" into my sleeve.
And she said "what?" And I said "mmmphgeehffffmgghh...." And she said "....... whatever" And then I lifted my face from my sleeve and said "My hamster bit me" And she laughed and horridly pinned my hand down as she sprayed it with anti-bacterial wound-cleaning thing. And she found it extremely amusing when the burning of the spray made me cry and I tried to pull my hand away and she wouldnt let go.
She said "Oh come on, under all that blood it's proabably only........ oh. Ew. Ugh. .... Well, still. You are a wuss." Then she pulls the bandaid so hard around my finger and then laughs some more when I start to cry again. I suppose she felt bad afterward cause she made me something to eat. But even as she told me to eat (while my tears are drying), she said "You are so lame for crying." Thanks, mom. I will not go into detail about how the slice where he bit is still partly attached to my finger and therefore I have a piece of me just hanging onto me.
Someone told me this would happen. I think it was Farhad.
He said "When Hammie bites you softly, he's wondering if it's okay. If you let him, he'll think it's okay and he'll bite you harder." And I believe I said, "Hahahaha"... Apparently rewarding animals with food after they bite you is not a good thing either.
Oh well. 10/16/2006 PhoneAs I have nothing to do, I may as well blog more.
That way when I am old and wrinkled, I can look back and see what the hell I have done with my life. Nothing. Except blog a little.
I realize that I hate answering the phone. I like talking on it with friends, but just not the answering part. Of course it depends who is calling, but when I see strange numbers calling our house phone I get so angry inside. Especially when I let it go to the answering machine, but then the retards call again. Like, DONT YOU GET IT? NOT HOME!
Either we are NOT home, or we want you to fuck off!
Get lost, jerk! In current technology, it is pretty much a given that people will CALL YOU BACK if they wanna talk to you.
If they dont, it's probabaly a SIGN.
The ringing of the phone makes me so mad. I really want to pick up and scream "WHO ARE YOU, STOP CALLING!" Mayhaps that counts as an anger management issue.
Rarely do I get so worked up over strange little things.
Rarely do I get worked up over anything.
Rarely do I ever give a crap, period. Not only have I lost my nail decorating things...
I cant find nail polish remover, either.
And I really want to go out more.
But as we all know, everyone in the world except me is busy. Joy.
10/15/2006 ContactsI wore my contacts again, after like, what, a year?
My eyeball and the contact lense embraced dearly after they had been forced to be away from each other for so long... Rejoicing in all their fond memories... My nail polish applying skills have declined alarmingly after only two months or so of malpractice D:
But wait, that may give the impression that I was once actually good at it. And deceit is not a good thing. And to my extreme sadness, I have misplaced my nail decorating things... The little gems and pictures that you put on your nails. D: I looked for them in vain... ... And to think we were once so close...
I spent forever organizing them..
*moment of silence* sigh... *seriously depressed*
*cracks open bottle of E* *swallows handful* ........... .......... HAhahahahahahahahahahahahahHhahahaahhHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!! 10/12/2006 KeychainI have this fab keychain, it says "I smile because I have no idea what's going on"...
10/4/2006 ZOOM!I really believe in the Mazda campagin, I think they have a cool thing going on... Their commercials are to widely targeted so that everyone... (why does this sound boring?) Argh, nvm, screw that, then. I was looking for a cd while I was looking for the scanner disc while I was looking for the software program online while I was looking for the scanner while I was looking for a document to send. The conclusion is I found this techno music that Nina burnt for me a while back because a while back before that, I was in grade ten, and a while back before that, in grade eight, I had a techno phase. It amazing thing about techno is that its basically the same thing over and over but they play it a billion times and call it a song. Whats even more amazing about even though they are already pushing it by looping same thing again and again and again into a "song", somehow the song manages to last twice as long as normal songs that are actually a song. So not only do they want us to listen to the same eight notes a billion times, they also want us to listen to the same eight notes a billion times, for twice as long. No wonder Micheal Jackson dyed himself caucasian. It was his way of saying, "you think techno can outweird me? Well I'll show you!" And then he went and dyed himself. However, I must openly admit here that some techno songs actually have a developing melody, in which case, it is awesome. So there. No techno lovers will come and egg my house. Techno can be nice, and I just supressed an urge to talk about the song I'm listening to and why I like it. But lucky for you guys, my brain has slapped itself and said "shut up, no one cares." Yey. |
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