Some buggers egged my car again.
Actually, I'm inclined to believe it was just one bugger, since it was just one egg splat. I didn't notice it until I had already driven halfway across town to buy some crayons. But it's just as well, my car badly needed a wash. It had turned from blue to yellow with all of the pollen that built up on it.
I went on a mini rampage trying to find crayons yesterday. I pulled apart three different rooms, hoping I could find my crayons. Obviously I didn't have any luck, because I bought some today.
AHIDLkjf looking over now I see a box of crayons in my closet. How did I miss that?!
But at least now I have a nice fresh box. That I've already ruined. It seems that in my frustration upon realizing the increased amount protein on my car, I dropped the bag with the crayons on the car seat, where the corner got crushed. Or maybe it was when I dropped the bag on my bed. Though, neither seems likely, since both things the box landed on would have been soft, and I didn't actually drop or throw anything.
Hmm... I'll bet my cashier dropped the box into the bag when she was bagging it. Yes, that seems likely. But it doesn't matter, I don't actually care all that much for my Awesome colored crayon.
So normally when I wash my car, I don't dress down. But today I was wearing long thick jeans and a nice warm black shirt. And it is sweltering outside. So I put my hair in a high ponytail, and put on a white shirt with a picture of a Crayola box on it. I never wear that shirt because it is unbelievably see through, but I love the idea of it so much I keep it in my closet. I just made sure I was wearing something underneath.
But my God. Normally, two to three cars pass by the front of my house within a couple hours. At least ten drove by during the first 15 minutes I was washing my car. It's like someone is camping outside my house, and sent a radio signal to everyone; "Breaker breaker, she's washing the car, over." "Copy that, I'll be there in two minutes, over." Everyone is out to get me. They want me to feel self-conscious about wearing that T-shirt.
Actually, normally I don't mind the neighbors driving by. They usually just speed on by and don't even see me. I just got weirded out because this one guy in a red truck drove by my house reeeeaaall slow. Creepy man.
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Broadcast
I am surrounded by words. I don't much mind, I suppose I'm a bit of a bibliophile. But literally, there are a bunch of words all around my computer area. Kind of like a collection. Written on sticky notes and pasted to the wall, down on the note papers I keep underneath my keyboard. Most of them have a meaning, some of them I've forgotten what they were doing there in the first place. Usually, it is from these random words that I make the titles for these posts.
Fun, huh?
Just because I feel like sharing, here's one of the note papers I keep under my keyboard. This one is what I'd consider "filled up" so I've moved it to a different place. This particular piece roams around my room. It was under my bed for a bit, then in a stack of books, behind a cardboard cutout, and now inside my scanner. I won't throw it out because it actually has one bit of information on it that I still use every so often. Also, I've just noticed it is from 2006 - 2007.
I'd explore exactly what I've been doing to this piece of paper some more, but it's actually kinda boring to me. But I do want to tell you that it's on the back of a poem analysis for school that printed out incorrectly. Most of these notes are on failed print outs or scrap papers that still have plenty of room to write on.
Oh! And also, I've gone ahead and blacked out some sensitive information on there. Mostly just phone numbers and names. These people don't need your attention.
Now I just wish I could find an image host that'd let me upload giant pictures.
Fun, huh?
Just because I feel like sharing, here's one of the note papers I keep under my keyboard. This one is what I'd consider "filled up" so I've moved it to a different place. This particular piece roams around my room. It was under my bed for a bit, then in a stack of books, behind a cardboard cutout, and now inside my scanner. I won't throw it out because it actually has one bit of information on it that I still use every so often. Also, I've just noticed it is from 2006 - 2007.
I'd explore exactly what I've been doing to this piece of paper some more, but it's actually kinda boring to me. But I do want to tell you that it's on the back of a poem analysis for school that printed out incorrectly. Most of these notes are on failed print outs or scrap papers that still have plenty of room to write on.
Oh! And also, I've gone ahead and blacked out some sensitive information on there. Mostly just phone numbers and names. These people don't need your attention.
Now I just wish I could find an image host that'd let me upload giant pictures.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Phoaming
Oh wow it's like I never even woke up today.
There was a power outage today. It was a little bit interesting. First, there was that quick flicker characteristic of a coming outage, then a deep and resounding boom--As if the actual power plant had some mightily massive switch that actually switched off. I was in the middle of a game on the internet, so you can imagine my extreme reaction. I got up and read a book by the window.
Take that electricity!
But I had to read it downstairs, since the window in my room is too tiny to light my room properly.
The power came back on about 30 minutes later.
So I had this dream last night. And I actually refuse to put it online. This one's been haunting me all day. It's a rare thing, you see, for a dream to actually have an effect me, especially a negative one. I have a lot of weird dreams--horrific and bloody dreams--but I always shrug them off in the morning. After all, they're just dreams, right? They may hurt, but they can't do any real damage. But this one has tipped the scales. It was just too much. In it, this one song played; an actual song by a real band. I had forgotten about it until it started playing on my computer during the daily shuffle. And for a moment there, I was frozen, lost in that dream again. I suppose you could say I had a taste of what it's like to have a war flashback, because I really thought it was all happening again.
The weird thing is, it wasn't even a scary dream. Quite the opposite, really.
There was a power outage today. It was a little bit interesting. First, there was that quick flicker characteristic of a coming outage, then a deep and resounding boom--As if the actual power plant had some mightily massive switch that actually switched off. I was in the middle of a game on the internet, so you can imagine my extreme reaction. I got up and read a book by the window.
Take that electricity!
But I had to read it downstairs, since the window in my room is too tiny to light my room properly.
The power came back on about 30 minutes later.
So I had this dream last night. And I actually refuse to put it online. This one's been haunting me all day. It's a rare thing, you see, for a dream to actually have an effect me, especially a negative one. I have a lot of weird dreams--horrific and bloody dreams--but I always shrug them off in the morning. After all, they're just dreams, right? They may hurt, but they can't do any real damage. But this one has tipped the scales. It was just too much. In it, this one song played; an actual song by a real band. I had forgotten about it until it started playing on my computer during the daily shuffle. And for a moment there, I was frozen, lost in that dream again. I suppose you could say I had a taste of what it's like to have a war flashback, because I really thought it was all happening again.
The weird thing is, it wasn't even a scary dream. Quite the opposite, really.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Slowpoke
My cat is an extortionist. She did an incredibly cute thing, so I gave her a couple cats treats. She ate them wicked fast. My mother watched her eat the last one. When my cat finished, she looked up, and meowed in a demanding way. So my mother gave her probably twelve of those treat things. I think she called me a stupid girl. That cat did.
But now who's the stupid one?! She's the one stuck in my room with me because she is afraid of the treadmill! Ha ha!
Oh man, my English is so broken today.
Have I mentioned that I've started keeping a dream journal? I figured, why not? I have nothing better to do wake I wake up in the morning. I have one made of paper that I much prefer, and then I have one online that I copy the dreams down into. I like the internet one because it'll tell me things like how long I've slept, or help me keep track of the people that appear in my dreams. But I also like the paper one because I just fucking love paper journals. The reason I bring this up is because my dreams mostly consist of horrific things. I never realized how very different they were until my friends and I brought up the topic of dreams one day. But since I've started writing these dreams down, I've had only one bad dream, and one that was kinda uncomfortable. I wonder, do you think keeping a dream journal will cure me of my nightmares?
In a way, I hope not. 'Cuz I love horror movies, and it's like a treat getting to watch one every night.
But now who's the stupid one?! She's the one stuck in my room with me because she is afraid of the treadmill! Ha ha!
Oh man, my English is so broken today.
Have I mentioned that I've started keeping a dream journal? I figured, why not? I have nothing better to do wake I wake up in the morning. I have one made of paper that I much prefer, and then I have one online that I copy the dreams down into. I like the internet one because it'll tell me things like how long I've slept, or help me keep track of the people that appear in my dreams. But I also like the paper one because I just fucking love paper journals. The reason I bring this up is because my dreams mostly consist of horrific things. I never realized how very different they were until my friends and I brought up the topic of dreams one day. But since I've started writing these dreams down, I've had only one bad dream, and one that was kinda uncomfortable. I wonder, do you think keeping a dream journal will cure me of my nightmares?
In a way, I hope not. 'Cuz I love horror movies, and it's like a treat getting to watch one every night.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Sciagenic
I look like Ann of Green Gables.
(I am wearing pigtails)
I've been keeping myself busy. I showered, and nearly fainted in the shower because it was way too hot and I was in there for far too long. Then I tested out some paints. Then I painted my sketchbook. It's red and black, with sharp lines, curvy lines, and sharply curvy lines. Then I made a robot. Out of clay.
Oh man. The story of this robot. I am an absolute failure when it comes to making things out of clay. But I really wanted to paint a 3D object, so I decided I would make a robot and paint it. But I didn't have enough clay, so it's very flat and flimsy. And then some of the joints kept falling off, so I realized I needed water to bind them. I happened to be drinking a lemonade I had found in my car, so I was using that instead of water. A little here and there at first, but eventually I was dipping my brush into it and using it like no tomorrow. Splish splash, this robot's mad because he's delicious, but can't eat himself because suicide is wrong. Also, he is very flat.
I made a Mario Mushroom with the leftover clay.
Later I took two giant gulps of my lemonade. And then read the package the clay came in and found it to be toxic. Whaddya know.
I also marked a bunch of connecting cables in my room so I could tell them apart more easily, learned a new piano song that's actually a horror song, did a chore outside that involves getting covered in creepy-crawly bugs and throwing planks of wood around, and went to the store and bought milk. I also played most of a text adventure game, but it's a double-whammy escape-the-room text adventure, so I couldn't beat it. I also took some photography, and solved some Layton puzzles, but that's beside the point.
The point is that I think I'd actually make a great housewife, since I have trouble doing nothing anymore.
(I am wearing pigtails)
I've been keeping myself busy. I showered, and nearly fainted in the shower because it was way too hot and I was in there for far too long. Then I tested out some paints. Then I painted my sketchbook. It's red and black, with sharp lines, curvy lines, and sharply curvy lines. Then I made a robot. Out of clay.
Oh man. The story of this robot. I am an absolute failure when it comes to making things out of clay. But I really wanted to paint a 3D object, so I decided I would make a robot and paint it. But I didn't have enough clay, so it's very flat and flimsy. And then some of the joints kept falling off, so I realized I needed water to bind them. I happened to be drinking a lemonade I had found in my car, so I was using that instead of water. A little here and there at first, but eventually I was dipping my brush into it and using it like no tomorrow. Splish splash, this robot's mad because he's delicious, but can't eat himself because suicide is wrong. Also, he is very flat.
I made a Mario Mushroom with the leftover clay.
Later I took two giant gulps of my lemonade. And then read the package the clay came in and found it to be toxic. Whaddya know.
I also marked a bunch of connecting cables in my room so I could tell them apart more easily, learned a new piano song that's actually a horror song, did a chore outside that involves getting covered in creepy-crawly bugs and throwing planks of wood around, and went to the store and bought milk. I also played most of a text adventure game, but it's a double-whammy escape-the-room text adventure, so I couldn't beat it. I also took some photography, and solved some Layton puzzles, but that's beside the point.
The point is that I think I'd actually make a great housewife, since I have trouble doing nothing anymore.
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
Titanium Oxide
Paper journals are delicious and fun.
There is a pimple above my right eye. Underneath my eyebrow. I didn't even think I had pores there, but I've managed to make a pimple. I don't want to pop it, because it is one of those pimples that probably won't even pop all the way, and then turn red and ugly and scar. It has driven me to go out and buy a pimple spot cream. I've never actually owned a tube of anything like this before. Well, other than some prescription stuff the doctor would give me, but I've never had a spot cream. So it's applied. And it's a very sunny day. So I think I might not go outside to read today, lest my eye catches fire.
At least this pimple is perfectly hidden by my bangs. It's probably been there for a few days, but I just never noticed it because of my hair.
I cleaned my room yesterday in a furious manner. I got into a groove where I'd find something on the floor, decided it would need to be on the opposite side of the room, and then throw it. So things were flying everywhere, because nothing was where it should be. And now, my cat and I have room to wrestle on my floor.
Which we did. We wrestled for a little bit. It was fun at first, but then Sparky caught on and started biting and scratching. Then she started having all the fun, and I started swelling up. Blasted cat.
It's pollening outside. I glanced out my window today and went "Ah! What a sunny day!" and then what looked like a smoke cloud started drifting by my window. "Oh, is the neighbor's house on fire?" It was a cloud of pollen, so thick you could hardly see through it. It's a slightly gusty day, so every time the wind comes by about fifty-thousand trees release their pollen. My car, which is usually that blue color significant to bugs, is now green.
There is a pimple above my right eye. Underneath my eyebrow. I didn't even think I had pores there, but I've managed to make a pimple. I don't want to pop it, because it is one of those pimples that probably won't even pop all the way, and then turn red and ugly and scar. It has driven me to go out and buy a pimple spot cream. I've never actually owned a tube of anything like this before. Well, other than some prescription stuff the doctor would give me, but I've never had a spot cream. So it's applied. And it's a very sunny day. So I think I might not go outside to read today, lest my eye catches fire.
At least this pimple is perfectly hidden by my bangs. It's probably been there for a few days, but I just never noticed it because of my hair.
I cleaned my room yesterday in a furious manner. I got into a groove where I'd find something on the floor, decided it would need to be on the opposite side of the room, and then throw it. So things were flying everywhere, because nothing was where it should be. And now, my cat and I have room to wrestle on my floor.
Which we did. We wrestled for a little bit. It was fun at first, but then Sparky caught on and started biting and scratching. Then she started having all the fun, and I started swelling up. Blasted cat.
It's pollening outside. I glanced out my window today and went "Ah! What a sunny day!" and then what looked like a smoke cloud started drifting by my window. "Oh, is the neighbor's house on fire?" It was a cloud of pollen, so thick you could hardly see through it. It's a slightly gusty day, so every time the wind comes by about fifty-thousand trees release their pollen. My car, which is usually that blue color significant to bugs, is now green.
Monday, June 23, 2008
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