Are you restless like me?

Sick? Or funny?



Yeah, I can't decide either.

I MUST have this shirt.

I want to be productive today, but I can't decide on something to do.

So, for now, I'll read.

Blogger must be PMS'ing, so screw the intro I wrote earlier. Here's the first word of the week.

kvetch \KVECH\,
intransitive verb:
To complain habitually.

noun:
1. A complaint.
2. A habitual complainer.

Kvetch comes from Yiddish kvetshn, "to squeeze, to complain," from Middle High German quetzen, quetschen, "to squeeze."

Enjoy.

Today I:

- Surprised my mom by suddenly appearing in the car, dressed and ready to tag along as she took my brother to get shoes.

-Drank a cup of coffee, a can of coke, and can of Doubleshot, all within an hour and a half.

- Completed my unannounced mission to find a pair of slip-on canvas shoes to spruce up for spring/summer.

- Was disappointed because I saw the greatest track jacket ever, came back a few hours later and it was gone.

- Got a lesser track jacket that was overpriced..

- Realized I resent my sister, and I'm not proud of it.

- Swore at my sister a lot.

- Walked home from Ross alone and angry.

- Made a rather odd and ugly bracelet, a tank top thing, and a cuff out of some neat vintage fabric.

- Made my new shoes pretty.

- Ate crap that's bad for me.

- Checked my Gmail like a junkie waiting for a fix.

- Wished that I could drive.

- Decided to not be so antagonistic.

- Wrote a list of uninteresting occurrences.

Lauren told me to.

I found out that it wasn't my laptop making the eeeeeee noise for the past day and a half.

Last night my brother and I decided that the sound was too annoying, so I shut down the Lappy. It was still there. I unplugged the Lappy, I still heard it. I unplugged Lappy's adapter, still going. I unplugged the speakers from the wall, yep, still annoying. At this point we were going crazy. We turned lights on and off, checked things with batteries, anything. Then I think, maybe it's that piece of crap camera some how...and I open the drawer it's in. All of a sudden the noise gets three times louder. I check the camera, not it. We dig through the drawer and find the offender. It was that cursed Tamagochi Lauren gave me. You see, I had put it on pause for weeks I guess and then it gave me the dead battery symbol, so I tossed it in the drawer. It must not have liked that.

So we try pressing buttons to stop the noise, but no dice. I see you need a screwdriver to get the back off and I get tweezers, because who has a tiny screwdriver in their bedroom? I couldn't get it off, so Jordan tries. As soon as he touches it the noise gets even higher pitched. I say "Throw it out the damn window." Eventually we got the back off and it got EVEN higher pitched. He couldn't pull the battery out, so did. It made this kind of draining sound.

I think it was going to explode.

Happy Easter. We're all Pagans today.

Hello there, slightly-egotistical new site design.

But hey, this thing is written by me and all about me, so why not?
And at least it's not angsty pictures of me looking off towards something taken in a mirror, myspace style.

My head is really hyper, but the rest of me is rather tired, so I guess blogging is the result. Takes little physical effort and lets me get my thoughts out.

My laptop (Lappy386) is making this odd eeeeeeeeeeee noise that's getting on my nerves. It's kind of quiet but it's that electrical high pitched tone that just bugs the shit out of me. And Manda's in bed already so I can't drown it out with music....where are my headphones?

My room's clean(ish). My brother's here. The swirly egg dye kit is not fun or pretty, just very greasy, rather gross, and entirely too labor intensive.

I went to my beloved Thrift Town and bought two of the greatest coats in the world. Too bad it'll probably be too warm next week to wear them. I'll just have to go out at night to show off my beauties. One is this almost knee length grey wool/cashmere/polyester blend with a mandarin(?) collar and princess sleeves. The other is an olive green men's Calvin Klein motorcycle-esque jacket. The kind with the zipper on a diagonal. It has hidden pockets, too.

I took some pictures today, because I kidnapped my dad's camera again. I'll upload later and since I'm lazy you can find them on my Flickr.

I found the picture Tasha drew of a snail with deer legs. She drew it on I think it was the second-to-last day of school last year. She named it Sgt. Peppers. I want to make it a screenprint because it's awesome.

So, tomorrow's Easter. Maybe this year I'll win the egg hunt. I think I may have won it once in my whole life. Damn my (second?)cousin Whitney. She's a snob anyway, she shouldn't be allowed. Thanks to my brother I will most likely be berated with questions about "Ed".

It's funny when teachers give midterms when they have a substitute. Silly teachers. At my school the general feeling is "honor system, what's that?"

Joey sprayed windshield wiper fluid at me. Meany. It got in my eye, it went around the sunglasses. Evil stuff, that soapy water.

I remember when we went through the pointing thing. That was fun. We all pointed at one thing, like the circle, or just in different directions, or at each other. Last year was fun. I thought of that because for some reason I just started pointing at random things in my room. Don't worry, no one saw me.

Well, I'm off to....do something else. I'll type again soon.
Until then, be sure to keep your noble gases liquefied and your division synthetic.

I've been cleaning my room, slowly, but I am.

I found more stuff I had written, but this is from around mid-November and my feelings have long since changed. I've more than moved on, but I wanted to post this one part;

"It isn't fair for me to say you stole my heart, it's more like I put it in your pocket and you haven't noticed yet."

It's weird to think about how sad I really was but I didn't realize it at the time, I didn't have anything to compare it to. Sure, I had good days and I enjoyed things, but all in all I was upset a lot of the time. I wouldn't go so far as to say I was depressed, but pretty close. And not just because I thought I was in love with someone who didn't notice me, but because I felt really weird about my friends and I could barely stand my math class, among many other things. It was before I had my own room, so I couldn't get away from any family conflicts and most of the time I just sat around watching tv.

I've come across a lot of sad posts on numerous random and familiar blogs and journals lately. I feel kind of bad because I'm in such a great mood so often now. I can tolerate my classes, I'm more productive and active, I'm on good terms with all of my friends, the weather has been neat, the family thing is going well, and now break is coming up.

I guess, in conclusion, I'm living proof that things get better. It may take a little while and get worse first, but it will get better.

I'm really glad things got better.

P.S.-I added new pictures to my Flickr account, click on one of the links in the side bar.

I was trying to find a blank piece of paper earlier and I found some things I had scrawled out, I guess it was like 3 weeks ago. I had completely forgot that I had written them.

Why am I waiting so desperately for the answer to a question I haven't asked?

Well, I never really asked, but I got the answer.

There was more, but I'm afraid they're too, well, I guess sappy might work. Not really the stuff anyone wants to read, not really the stuff I would want anyone to read. But I liked that line.

My moods seem kind of fragile right now. I'm not sure why.

Don't let me waste my spring break.

Time to go.

I just made my mom cry.
I yelled at her.
About laundry.
I'm such a fucking bitch.

When the hell did that happen?

Procrastination is fun!
I've been "working" on homework since around 12 today. I still have the writing to do for the storybook and part of my chemistry worksheet. As I've said before, if I'm not crunched for time I'll spend hours on stuff and it will come out worse. I think my work expands to fit the time I give it. Great, isn't it?

But I got to use my x-acto blade, and I was actually using it for homework. I like things that involve x-acto blades.

I also like 50's themed murder mystery parties. I knew who did it before it started, but it was still fun.

This Muse cd kinda sucks. Itunes, skip please. The Weakerthans will do just fine.

Damn. I hate not having a functioning washer and dryer. I hate having to dig through my drawers to find something that's clean. And it's only clean because I don't like wearing it anymore. Of course my dad can't go to the laundry place on Sunday night like we decided, he's tired from playing java games online all day.

There should be a few extra hours floating around that you could tack onto a day when you feel the need. Like now. So I could finish up my homework and still have time to do something fun with someone. Or at least a pause button that you could use every once in a while.

Right now I don't mind being called a loser emo kid.
But if I'm an emo kid, then I'm an emo kid with a huge smile across her face.

"Throw away my misery/It never meant that much to me/It never sent a get well card."
This band needs to take a trip south of their Canadian home so I can sway and sing along in person. In case you're not sure, the band is the aforementioned Weakerthans.

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