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& the television immortalizes all things created by needlepoint.
12.08.2004 | 10:46 pm Arg, I say. & today, I'm a pirate, so fuck you matey. I've been ill the past two or three day with this infectious sinus thing. It clogs up my nasal passages & causes my head to hurt. & I'm glad. Glad you're ill? What kind of sick person are you? - One who's been calmly sedated with hydrocodone. I've been so out of it & just sleeping, mostly. & kind of wandering around without direction. & for the records sake -- I really don't like Justin, anymore. He's a bumbling, chemically-induced, idiot. Like the rest of us. & I don't really hate him, I don't think. I hate Christmas. It's so weird. I like buying people presents though, so in order to do that I celebrate a holiday that I don't even really celebrate. I just like seeing everyone get overjoyed when they open their gifts. Of course, I like recieving them as well. [hint, hint] Kidding. Kind of. Most of the things want are relatively cheap, though. So, cheers to unspoiled kids. You know when you talk to someone so much that it becomes almost like an addiction? Like, if you don't talk to them your day isn't complete & your feelings are all jumbled up, simply because you don't have that one person to vent all your frustrations on? Well, I have an addiction. I should really clean up the house a bit for Ms. Jowers, but goddamnit, I'm just too lazy (on top of feeling like a heap of poo.) & I reitterate, I really do hate Justin. I lied. Fuck him, all of him. Even his pretty, adorable, shaggy hair that's so pretty & adorable & ... shaggy. He's just a dick to me, unless it's convenient for him. & I'll be goddamned, if I'm not starting to hate the convenience of human beings. I kind of wish people wouldn't be interested in me & find me completely dorky & uncool & annoying & uninteresting, because being a short, stumpy, frumpy, annoying, unpopular 8th grader with glasses was were it was at. I had no problems. No conflicts. No confusion. I just sat quietly in a corner & read or did my homework. & now I don't even remember what it was like to have homework, much less feel like some generic outcast. I haven't been short (compared to other girls) in ages & I guess I outgrew my stumpy/frumpy stage. I still wear glasses, but onyl when my contacts aren't in or I'm reading. & I don't think I'm that annoying or unpopular, considering I'm usually in the company of plenty of people. I just don't understand why I was so unhappy then or why I wanted so desperately to be accepted & pretty, because beauty & popularity isn't all it's cracked up to be. & I think it's time for an image alteration. & I'm off to dye my hair "Toxic Tangerine." So, maybe someone will point at me & giggle as I walk by. |
