♪: the belle stars - iko iko

URRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

Here's my ear flap hat from its good side:

It was completely finished. Ends sewn in and everything. And then I found this loop I accidentally pulled at. Thinking it was a string that the end was stuck, I cut it in half and weaved it in those ends.... Come to find out....


It was a fucking stitch. I cut in half a line of a stitch.
No way to fix it.
I literally have to buy more yarn and START FROM SCRATCH.
MNFJGDKMGNL'DFKNG;FKLDGN.

I was so angry.. Once that passed I want to cry, haha.

Good news:



So adorable.

ps - called in to work and turned down the offer to work tomorrow.
Fuck work.
I'm not doing them anymore favours.
They took all the bearable aspects of that demeaning job and shat in its face.
URGH.
I should be thankful.
Alas.
I'm a spoiled brat.

pss - I meant to post my nightmare, but I forgot until I was knitting on a new hat... Ha ha.
Well, I wasn't scared... Throughout the dream I was like, "Eh."
Didn't care.
Kind of like watching an old woman getting pulverized by three large men and not caring.

I had gone to a store to buy items, not just look around. I had change and a few dollars. I had to pay in mostly change, about twenty bucks worth and the cashier was pissed. She kept screaming at me how unfair this was, how I needed to leave. She snatched the dollar bills from my hand and told me she was not giving it back.
Frustrated, I screamed at her, telling her I needed that money and I would get her fired without it.
She didn't seemed phased, so I left.
The next thing that happened was weird.
I kind of blacked out in my own dream. There's this blank space and I kind of wake up in my dream to me smashing down on that cashier with a paddle and a pass to get in the store at night - kind of like a facility with bio hazards. The woman and her fellow cashier were hunched over asleep and I remember thinking, 'Why don't they just go home and go to bed.'
Yet, as I was beating the shit out of this woman, blood splattering everywhere, it crimson because it was dark, I couldn't stop. I felt the need to attempt, to demand my body to stop. Sadly, I continued to beat down on her until her organs were mush. I screamed and cried, killing her friend and some security guard who woke up and/or ran in on the scene.
Not caring about fingerprints, I walked calmly out, taking my forearm to my eyes and thinking, 'what have I done? Why did I black out?'
I tried to search for my car. I could not remember where I parked.
I cried, ripping off the pass and throwing it on the ground, thinking, more evidence.
I ran back, to the store, sorry for what I did.
When I walked in, it finally sunk in at what I had done.
Those bodies.
Lifeless, soulless.
Blood everywhere.
I started screaming for a manager.
my hands on my face, trembling wondering still how I couldn't stop myself.
The manager arrived with police, trying to lighten the mood about how he didn't have cancer, haha.
And all the while the police were taking pictures, asking me questions, I kept repeating, "I couldn't find my car, I can't remember where I parked."
But, yeah, I woke up shortly after that.
Everything was so real.
Throughout the dream, too, I was wearing a dress with a cardigan.
Nice.

OHHHHHHH BOYYYYYYYYYYY.
It's been quite bland.
I've done nothing but knit, open presents, buy a new iphone and sit here and say, "I only have ten minutes until work. I need to be drugged before I go in."
My Christmas presents, however, consisted of....
- A new knitting tote
- Noro yarn (if you don't know what that is, look it up)
- DPNs
- Knitting patterns and magazines
- And great scents from the local bath and body works

AND.
I have finished two pairs of socks.
My sister's scarf is still in the works.


Yeah!
Step yarn from Germany.
Honestly, I hope it feels awesome on her feet because that yarn is expensive.


I'm wearing them right now.
The picture was taken with the new iPhone 3Gs... Can't you tell a difference?

Last night, Amanda and I had an in depth conversation about if I, or she, were the last the person on Earth.
THEN.
If there was one person from every state left and would we be in war just like the civil war except for the whole slave thing.
But, no, because it would only be 24 against 25 because California has such an ego, they would claim it as a country.
But what about a person left from every country, province, state?
The downfalls, the upsides.
It was a nice conversation I wish I had recorded, haha.

ps - my new iphone is white.
Makes me happy.

♪: van morrison - brown eyed girl

Welp, it's been very uneventful.
Work sucks, still... I don't think that will ever change.
I slept eleven hours last night, had very boring dreams about coupons and I hated that I didn't get to save five bucks with my coupon.
I hope those dreams turn into nightmares. I love my nightmares.

Anyway.
Hung out with Emily last night, well, last afternoon.
Went over to John's, again, and his girlfriend was there - she's from California.
She doesn't like me... It's so obvious, but she's cool about it.
She supposedly knits and she had stuff to say about mine, haha. Not that I cared - I was too far gone to care. I haven't been that high in ages.
Seriously.
I smoked way too much.
BUT.
The girls, Emily and John's girlfriend went to the minit mart to buy cigarettes (I think I'm the only one who doesn't smoke) and I was left with their men.
Hahahahahahaha.
They were talking about 2012 and John thought our technology IS FROM ALIENS.
wtf, right?
Then he continued, "And when they show up at our front door, they'll all be like, 'Take me to your leader.'" He used some stereotypical voice imitation.
Jonny laughed and told him, "No, man, they wouldn't sound like that."
I laughed.
John said, "You're right, they would be more suave." And he imitated a James Bond voice, 'That's right, lovely, take me to your leader.'
Still makes me laugh.
There are other things you had to be there for, ugh.
It was more fun than I thought it would be.
As I was driving to Book Gallery, I was freaking out. I just had a buzzkill moment with my mother - which now doesn't seem all that bad, but still. I was driving and I was doing 49 in a 55. It seemed I was driving at lightening speed. There was this car behind me and I was freaking out it was a cop following me (I've had that happen, ugh)... So, I signal for the other lane.
The car passed me and sure enough, it was a cop.
SO, freaking out about not being able to drive straight, or sober-like, was useless.
I passed the ultimate test, haha.
I was fine from there on.
BUT, as the alien conversation was happening, I was texting MOZE.
Below is an indication of how high I was:
MOZE - What day did you send your package off?
Me - Haa what package?
MOZE - What ever you sent me. When did you send me whatever it is you sent?
Me - I don't remembering sending the package of any kind.
MOZE - Okay. I got confused last week then. Either that or i superimposed a different conversation onto you... Which means i have to find out who sent me something....
Me - Haha. I think that's what happened.
MOZE - Fuuuuck. Ima have fun now.

♪: snl - threw it on the ground

GO TO THIS LINK
My friend drew me that for Christmas. It's her character Kurushimu. The one she created, but I gave personality to in Phase 7. Haha. It's a Christmas present.

♪: 브라운 아이드 걸스 - abracadabra

Anyone watch the video to this song? Sexy.
I love Korean women. So jealous :(

A telemarketer called our house today. My annoyed sister answered the phone.
"Bonjour?"
Then she asked his name in french.
Then she said 'No.'
Then she hung up.
Come to find out after she had asked his name in French the marketer asked, unsure of himself, 'Parle...?'
Haha.

Yesterday I kicked it with Emily, Jonny and Jonny's friend John.
John is very awkward and nasty.
He looks down my shirt and blatantly adjusts and scratches himself right in front of me.
Makes me, ew.
But, since me and Emily are girls and they're guys, me and her usually have our own conversations. Um. Hair.
Nails.
New clothes.
How the sales are going.
We'll be in deep conversation about my hair-how it would look if I messed it up, how it feels, how I wash it and just the guys start imitating us. Pretty funny.
We ended up looking at pictures of me and I would explain each of them :) How egotistical of me.
THEN, we watched 'Threw it on the Ground' by snl and 'OBSCURE' by Dir en grey. Their videos high are simply awesome.
OH.
I actually got them to watch five minutes of 'This is a pen' by ensoku.
jasbnfisdgfdklg.
hahahahahahaahahha.
If you have a chance - youtube that shit.
Emily didn't like my hair. 'Didn't go with my face.'

Sarah's last day was today :(
She realllllly wants to take me out for my 21st in August. We text and all that, but, ugh, I'm gonna miss her.
We all made her a penis cake.
She turned three shades of red, haha <3

♪: roach - ひまわり

Today = bad. Grotesquely bad.
So bad I can't even, no.


Finished my father's hat. Just the same as Pedro's, I know... But I still can't believe it's finished. Another one. Makes me happy.


NEW HAIR, once again.
I came in, said '70s Shag' and she did that.
I know it's not a great photo, but the good part is that I can wake up and go. No fixing. I love the messy dirty look but not really look, haha.
It looked better when the hairdresser did it.
Every single fucking time.

I WANT THE ELEVENTH EPISODE OF DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES TO FINALLY BE HERE. I AM ON EDGE, OMG.
Haha.
The younger version of what a middle-aged housewife is thinking.

and I've been so worn out. Hence nearly a week without a word.
48 hour weeks.
Sometimes I work 12-hour days.
Not a happy girl.

♪: lily allen - smile

So, I walked into my house yesterday to hear my sister yelling to my mom that her name meant lovable, and that was the answer. Although my sister and mom are in the living room, my father is in the bedroom, door open, helping to answer the crossword they were all trying to finish. Haha. My dad was cheating, he googled some of the answers.
What is an extinct elephant-like mammal?
No, not mammoth.
Mastodon.

I had a nightmare that night.
Oh boy, another one.
This one was ridiculous, but it was scary in the moment.
Me, my friend and her mother had decided to go to this zoo. Now, there's this giant ring full of dangerous animals and reptiles. An invisible force field kept them at bay. So, as we driving we learned that you couldn't back up and there was only one exit and you had to drive the entire course.
The entire way this gigantic gorilla circled with us. Suddenly, someone had cut the field off and all the dangerous animals went crazy. Me, my friend and her mother were all trapped.
The mother got out of the car and tried to ward off a T-rex that had jumped in front of the car.
She did for awhile until a terradactyl swung down and pecked her face. She wailed and held her face in her hands and the reptilian bird carried her off.
Me and my friend ran off, trying to dodge this and that... We tried the enter door and ran, dodging animals, crying, ran to the exit and it was shut off. I kept thinking we were stuck here until we die.
The gorilla spotted us and started to us. I screamed and finally jarred the door open. Me and my friend squeezed in right before the gorilla got us and I woke up to a full bladder.

I'm knitting my father a hat - exactly the same as Pedro's. As he was walking by, as I was knitting on the hat, I asked, "If I knit this for you, will you wear it? Because I don't want to waste this much time if you're not going to wear it."
"I will, trust me."
"Seriously?"
I heard my mother, "Put a ball on it."
My dad agreed, "Yeah, but one of those balls on it."
I chuckled, "Seriously? 'Cause I'll do it."
My dad, before shutting the bedroom door answered, "No, I'll cut it off," then shut the door, haha.


My sister's scarf.
Knitting three colors at once isn't as difficult as it looks, but it's aggravating.
It's twice that size now because I procrastinate on entries, but really.

The other day, talking to Moze on the phone, I drew on post-its.

(click on my to be bigger!)
Yup.
Loved it.
I had a lot of fun, surprisingly.

New guy at work.... Adore him.
We're nearly exactly alike. It's weird and cool.

♪: cruel black dove - love song

Dear Diary,

I had another nightmare last night. Why my mind decides to add anxiety and fright even in my sleep is beyond me. I think it's rather cruel.
My dream started out bad, so at least I didn't see it go badly and couldn't do a damn thing about it.
I was in this house, I had just woken up from a long sleep. There was this guy, a kid and some other girl. I woke up and looked at everyone and asked, "What's going on?"
The guy answered, "The alien, if we stop moving, he kills us." He flashed his eyes to the window.
I got up, and looked at the desolate city and wondered how many he had killed or was everyone hiding. "If we stop moving?"
The girl answered me, "If we go out there and we don't continuously move, he'll kill us."
"How did I sleep?"
The explained he couldn't see through windows or houses. If we were inside, we were safe.
The next thing I remember is having to escape the house because the guy ran to find that kid. And, I keep hiding behind cars, trying to keep one body part of mine to keep moving because I couldn't stand that the next breath I could take would be my last. I duck behind cars, run into houses to rest.
Suddenly, I find the guy and he pushes me into a car and we drive off just in time to see a man come out into the middle of the street with people running and start shooting a machine gun while spinning in a circle.
I scream, "FASTER."
Next thing I remember is the car and the guy are gone. I'm behind a car and see three people talking around a table. I duck behind a small thing, whatever, and listen to how they're going to kill everyone.
I'm thinking the pressure is getting to them, must be so.
They see me and some stranger spying on them. They're running after me and I keep skidding to a halt, going through houses, wondering why there are so many people out when I wake up, not wanting to feel like that anymore, haha.

Yesterday night, after working 11 hours, AGAIN, I went to Sean's.
'Game Night.'
They were playing Apples to Apples when I got there.
I'm actually playing the game correctly, putting down something funny and giving points why my card would be the best.
I lost, because everyone actually went with the definition.
What losers.
Not playing that game again with those people, haha.
Btw, I was the only one doing what I did.
Sad, really.
Then I went home, went to sleep and had that nightmare :(

♪: the little mermaid - part of your world

It's been productive.
I have finished one and a half projects.
One is Pedro's hat!!

(i failed so hard. it's okay to laugh, i am)

MUAHAHAHA.
He adored it.
but he didn't want to seem too excited I had it finished:
(texts)
Me - What're you doing tomorrow around 9pm?
Pedro - No idea, y?
Me - your hat is finished. i'm weaving in the ends right now.
Pedro - Awesome.
Me - That's it? That's all you have to say?
Pedro - You're the coolest person ever.
Me - If you don't wear this ten-dollar hat, I will Indian give!
Pedro - I will wear it everyday for the rest of my lifee.
Me - Haaaaaaaa. Smartass.
Pedro - Even in death.
Me - You're awful.

I waited ten minutes in the cold for him so he could get it. He pulled up and it was him and a girl in the car. Hahaha. I wanted to make sex jokes, but I figured it would make me sound like I'm a stalker friend.
hahaha.

In other news....

HE'S SO SWEET, HE MAKES MY TEETH ACHE.

♪: dir en grey - 激しさと、この胸の中で絡み付いた灼熱の闇

I broke my sock, the purple and pink one, haha. Now I have to reknit another one :(
OWELL.

Today has been a full day.
As I was driving down the road, I had a feeling to look over and there's this lady motioning me to roll down my window. I smile, turn down my music and roll down my window. She then yells, "I'm lost, do you know where i65 is?"
Keep in mind, we're driving down the road, talking to each other through windows.
"i65, north or south?"
"South. I'm from Chicago."
I laugh, "You're far from i65."
"Do you know i65 south?"
"Yes, just follow me."
So, we drove a little ways and I turned around at the Wal*Mart and allowed this woman to follow me to go allll the way to the interstate. We weren't even there when we were stopped at a stoplight. I was on my phone, relaying the funny story to my mother when I notice this woman is at my window. My mouth involuntarily opened and my eyes flickered to the rearview mirror where her car door is open. I'm in shock.
The woman smiles at me and says, "Does this lead me to the interstate?"
"No, I'm going to take you allll the way there because there's two lanes."
"Oh, what do you owe you?"
"Nothing, really."
"Oh my, thank you, god bless and Merry Christmas."
So, she follows me some more to the interstate. I pull aside to this roadside liquor store to watch her as she merges on, just to make sure. However, she follows me and parks beside me.
This is the cutest part:
I see she has a five dollar bill and I shake my head, smiling, getting out my car.
"No, really, I don't want anything. It's fine." I put my hand up. Then I notice something.
"No, please, I really appreciate it." She was crying. I felt really bad.
"No, seriously, I don't want it; I was happy to do it."
"Please, just please. You don't know how hard it's been for me."
I took it because her voice is shaky and I think she was about to burst into serious tears and cry on my shoulder. Instead, after I take it, she hugged me. She hugged me tightly and when she loosened she said, "Your mother, oh," she kissed my cheek. "Your parents raised you really well, I can tell."
We then discussed her life. She knits. She gave me her email. She blessed me. She's moving to Florida. She wants me in school. She thinks it's just right that I want to study Japanese and French. She speaks Spanish, Greek and German. She was a chemical engineer before she married and she warned me about men. And she wouldn't take the money back no matter how many times I tried.
We both agreed that men are stupid and just because you knit they think there's nothing there.
That woman was something and I adored her Northern accent.
I am going to e-mail her, haha.

♪: nirvana - polly

Last night I had a nightmare.
There were snakes in the house. We had this funky boa constrictor who I caught and released without a problem. The releasing part is tricky. You hold them by their heads, trying desperately trying not to get bit and you have to throw them out the backdoor.
After finally ridding of the boa, I caught another one. This time the one I had caught was poisonous. It had red, black and red little squares all over it's body. Despite its head being trapped in my pincher fingers, it would wedge itself loose and circle its head around, attempting to bite me.
I felt the anxiety of it trying to bite me. I continued to think I would die, I would die.
Getting very scared and just wanting it out my house so I could rest, I threw it out my backdoor and as I did, its head hit my finger and it bit me.
I screamed, "The fucker bit me, oh god, it bit me."
I ran to my parents who, my mother asked to see and my dad rolled his eyes, from the bed, saying, "I told you to swing it out with the tail."
My mother yelled something, I couldn't hear her over my sobbing. I started to feel light-headed. I felt nauseous and I really needed to go to the hospital.
I squinted my eyes at him, heart racing and my face red and wet. "I can't believe the fucker bit me."
I looked down at my finger, "Yeah, right here, he bit me right here."
There were fang bites and I remember thinking, 'I need to go to the hospital.'
My mom yelled at me, "Heather, I'm not going to tell you again, get the first aid kit!"
She pointed to the door.
I woke up to Princess meowing and staring at me. And a full bladder.

♪: justin timberlake - rock your body

For the past several days I have been thinking up an entry. There really isn't anything to talk about since I never do anything.
I did, however, come up with some subject matter.
Romance.
I had been searching for a movie to watch as background noise. Right now, Mulan is playing and that's my third choice.
First one - Pan's Labyrinth.
Second one - The Orphanage.
Third One - Mulan.
I decided that I wanted to watch something romantic and not depressing with dying/dead children.
I have been in a romantic mood. Searching for someone - but they all turn out to be jerks. For once, why can't I find anyone mature enough? Is that so difficult to ask?
The only man I have met that I truly love is Princess. He's purring in my lap right now. It makes me happy. Haha.
Molly is snoring on my floor, dreaming I suppose. Her limbs are twitching.
And she smells.
So attractive.

Aw, Mulan's father fell down because he's crippled.

So, I finished The Haunting of Hill House by Shirley Jackson.
What a fucking awesome book. No, honestly. I want to reread it. After I read the last word I wanted to to turn back to the first page and start all over again. I adore that book.
I'm reading Kockroach by Tyler Knox and I'm still at the beginning, you know. I just read the part where the Kockroach inadvertently discovers masturbation.
I don't know what to think.

Last night I stayed up to talk to Taylor, from Wisconsin, and it was hilarious.
It was just a good four hours.
Really.
I adored it.
Lots of new jokes.
We watched Howl's Moving Castle in sync and watched it in Japanese.
We would repeat the funky sentences.
Ah, fun.

♪: metallica - enter sandman

I'm downloading something and my computer was in rhythm with each kb downloaded. It's bugging the piss out of me. Droplet by droplet, annoyingly in the same rhythm as my computer.
Is there nothing that CAN'T piss me off?

I'm on call for work.
Goody goody.
I woke up at 630AM. I haven't seen 6AM in a long time.
I usually wake up my ass up at 8AM.
I love 8+ hours to sleep with. I usually, on average, get 9.5 hours of sleep a night. I adore sleeping. I love dreaming - that's my favourite part about life, dreaming.
Last night's dream started out very boring and just when it was getting good, I woke up.
I had shown my father the train, you know the one, and he loved it. Of course the one in my dream had been expanded and had a downstairs and a bedroom with a couch that folded out to be a bed. How glorious - a pull out mattress. So, he started to buy electronics, fans and curtains, everything to make it a new home.
Solicitors started to come to the door. Nearly every hour. I continued to tell my father that the train was haunted, that this wasn't a good idea.
More solicitors, that, even in my dream, I couldn't keep up.
I remember looking up at the air conditioner and thinking it was ridiculous when I told my father, "No, don't do that," then the phone rang.
I woke up.
My dreams, lately, have had NOTHING happen.
I dreamed of smoking weed or snorting cocaine for about two weeks fucking straight. I didn't smoke for three weeks until recently, three days ago, I got high with Emily. Of course nothing happened aside from me loving Metalocalypse more.
And I don't even want to smoke anymore, haha. Reminds me of awful people.
And I don't drink.
A life of sobriety, let's see how long that lasts.
Honestly, though, I'd rather knit or write.
Writing lately has been a spark of euphoria.

I started my sister's Christmas sock and Pedro's winter hat.
It's a race.
I have my bets on Pedro's hat.
Any takers?

♪: l'arc-en-ciel - smile

*pats self on back*
:)

Yesterday, at Crafty Hands....
Sharon - I miss the True Blood fans. Where are the True Blood fans? There are only stupid Twilight fans now.
Starla - What's Twilight? Vampire stuff?
Some woman - Yeah. This time they added wolves.

♪: dir en grey - dozing green

First off, finished my third sock E-V-E-R.
I love it dearly and didn't mess up once. I'm so proud of myself I could vomit. I'm going to start the fourth one tonight... And the reason I didn't do it yesterday is because....


I finished my scarf! :D
I even 'blocked it.' Since then, most of the curl has been steamed out. I am also proud of that son-of-a-bitch. I'm going tomorrow to buy more yarn, black yarn, to make hats for Pedro and my father.
I'm even going to, next pay check, buy my sister some yarn for a new scarf.
I don't know what to make for my mother.
It doesn't seem like she'd wear anything I'd make her, haha... Except socks.

Oh, btw, last Thursday, I spotted David Jack Bell, haha. I sliced him some meat.
"You look very familiar."
"I do?"
"Yeah..."
"I teach at Western--"
"Is your name David?"
"Oh, I remember you!"
Haha.

♪: jingle bell rock

That was our parting gift to Heather. Yesterday was her last day and I have never felt this way. I really liked Heather. She was awesome. The best Heather I have ever met, aside from myself. She was witty, funny and very intelligent. I've always wanted a friend like her, alas! she's leaving this Friday to go back home to Portland, Oregon.
She even randomly handed me her phone number and email address. Didn't even ask for it.
As we were leaving, she even told me, before 'bye' was uttered, that we WILL be seeing each other before she leaves forever.
Can't wait.
I just hate that she won't be in my life anymore and that there's hardly anyone else in my fucking town that's like her. Sure, there will be others, but not here.
BAH.
I cannot wait to leave Kentucky, haha.
I hate it here, very much.
Oh well.

I can't remember any particularly funny conversations although there have been some.

My sister was fixing an egg and some toast for breakfast this morning and she asked me if I would like one too, I told her, "I'll wait for better options."
We retold the story to my mother and I've never seen my mother laugh that hard at one of my jokes.

♪: the suckling of my ass

Today turned out to be an awful day. Like, fucking awful.
I started my period! Boy was it a surprise when I went to the bathroom at work and saw my panties covered in my blood.
FUN.
NOT ONLY THAT, but that guy, Jonny, at work, totally has pushed my buttons in a musical number.
We actually got in an argument, before I left. Not any argument, one where I was yelling across the fucking deli to get my point across. That old geezer is fixing to get whopped upside the head with a fucking manual he loves to read so much.
Not only that, we had another HEATED DISCUSSION that morning. One where I was gradually raising my voice and started to cuss. I won.
Like I had won the last argument.
Fuck him.
My manager dislikes him very much (but adores me), so I could probably get him fired any time I damn well please. He needs to know my power.
After I left him, I went to Wal*Mart (God, I even hate typing that name out) and needed 3 things: Yoga mat, Kotex and animal crackers.
I left with four movies, two yoga mats, two things of kotex and animal crackers.
I have a problem.
Literally EIGHT movies left in the Barbie collection until I have them all.
I need:
Barbie: Mermaidia
The Barbie Diaries
Barbie Mariposa
Barbie and The Diamond Castle
Barbie in A Christmas Carol
Barbie: Thumbelina
Barbie and the Three Musketeers
Barbie in a Mermaid's Tale

If you need Christmas ideas....

♪: シド - smile

Last night, before bed, I decided to look through some OLD emails... From 2007 and such. What I found, what a doozy.
I found pictures of me from when I was in 12th fucking grade.


I was waiting on Emily while she got ready.

I was in the drive-thru.

We had skipped school that day. The picture was in BNN.

Driveway.

Driveway.

Classroom. Lost my cellphone that day. Went back and the teach asked, "What's the background?"
I grumble, "Me in some star sunglasses."
I got the phone.

Kinder: You look like a boy.
me: ........thanks




And that is de Emily when she had just graduated. That was the pan for her father's birthday cake that year.

I know some of these I have already posted, but damn.... Nearly three years ago that was me. Irks me. Makes me rethink, haha.

IN OTHER NEWS.
I would like to make an announcement.
I am tired (exhausted) of TRYING with people. I try and I try. I'm always the one to say, "I'm sorry, I'll buy you a movie." "I apologize, I'm a bitch." "It was my fault." Of course, as we all know, is not true.
So, fuck it.
I'm not going to be nice anymore.
Fuck you all.
READ THAT?
F-U-C-K Y-O-U.
That little bitch from high school is back and I do hope you missed her.

♪: dir en grey - [KR] cube

FUCK YES.

♪: 雅-miyavi- - ロックの逆襲-スーパースターの条件-

I find these extremely raciest.

Me -I find these extremely raciest.
Heather - Haha, yeah, kinda. At least they're not holding scalpers.
Me - Or wearing a hairbelt.

Me - There are these Indian dolls at Kroger that I find extremely raciest.
Amanda - At least their shirts don't have 'Trail of Tears' on them.
Me - Or, NEVER FORGET (Trail of Tears) with the date on back.
Amanda - Hahahaha.
Me - Or a map of what they used to own on the front and what they own now on the back.

In happier news.

DAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW.
No RACIEST snuggling there.

ps - I'm attempting to chew my food until it's mush in my mouth... It 'helps with digestion.' My jaw is getting tired.

♪: the lonely island - i'm on a boat

Let me start off with November 2/3.
Me and Pedro kicked it in the train, so you know what we did in there *nodnodwinkwink.*

Me - I can't believe she tazed you. You must've been really pushy with her.
Pedro - Ha, it wasn't like that. Um, we all went back to, uh, these people's apartment. And these girls are really retarded drunk. Like, bitchy.
Me - Ohhh.
Pedro - Yeah. And this girl comes out and starts yelling at me. I was like, she was like, yelling at me and she had a test tomorrow. I wasn't making any noise and my brother was drunk blah blah. Yelling and stuff, and I was like, "Okay, if you stop yelling at me, I won't do anything."
The girl said, "I know, I know."
And this other girl, the whole night she was trying to make my brother jealous.
Me - Like what?
Pedro - I guess she likes him....
Me - She, she was with you to make your brother jealous?
Pedro - No, like...
Me - Yes.
Pedro - N--
Me - Do you mean yes?
Pedro - Really? She asked me if I knew any tips to make him jealous. And, uh, I was like, "Well, I do know a couple ways to make him jealous, you know." She was like, "How?" I said, "I'm not gonna tell you, but I'm letting you know that I know." And she, "Tell me." "I'm not going to tell you." She went to go get a taser and she said, "Tell me." And I was like, she wasn't going to taser me. So, I said no and she tasered me!

Me - So, have you seen that show?
Pedro - No, why would I?
Me - Well, it's about this one man..
Pedro - Oh God, you're not going to explain it to me, are you?

So, after all that and we go driving for a bit around SG, after Pedro sporadically throws up my emergency brake and shifting me into different gears as I'm driving, we're sitting in the parking lot across from the Library.
About 2AM, a Sheriff pulls up.
My heart lurches because I'm holding a quarter bag.
"How're you doing tonight?"
"Fine," I reply without missing a beat.
"Who's in the car with you?"
"Just me and Pedro."
Pedro perks as the cop raises his voice in a really happy, creepy way, "Hey, Pedro, how ya doin'!?" He shines his flashlight into the car, on Pedro, giving him a one over (probably to check if he's clothed).
Pedro shifts his eyes, confused, replies, "Fine."
"Anyone else in the car with you?" He shines his flashlight into the backseat.
"No."
"Have y'all been smoking dope?"
I laugh, "No."
"So, what're you doing?"
"Sitting here," I say.
"Talking and all that?"
"Yes."
"Do you have any Dope and guns?"
Pedro starts, "Lots---"
But I stop him and finalize, "Nope."
"May I see your ID?" He only asks me. And, as I'm reaching into the backseat for my wallet, the Sheriff asks, "Where do you guys live?"
"Smiths Grove," I off-handedly say.
"Oh, so, from around here?
I nod my head.
"Pedro?"
Pedro answers, "Yeah, I'm from Boulder Rock."
"Oh, yeah, then."
He looks at my license, holds it up in the air, to the streetlight, then hands it back to me and asks, "So, you're sure you don't have any guns or dope?"
Me and Pedro laugh, but I answer, "Nope, I'm positive."
And he gets in his car and leaves.

November 3/4
I kicked it with Cricket after work. She had a telescope.
So, she does have a long walk to her front porch. The walkway is covered with leaves, as is her entire yard. I park and am shuffling in my car for a bit and then start to walk to her house. I'm walking and just thinking when I believe I hear EXTRA footsteps with mine. I stop, so does the other.
At this point, I'm thinking it's an animal and I keep going, smiling to myself for believing I was in some teen horror flick.
But then the leaves start to rustle and this time, it's closer. I stop and look around the yard. There is a human figure in the darkness walking toward me with a toboggan on. I hold my breath until I realize it's just Cricket, lumbering around. Ahhh.
Not even inside the house yet, we do the dirty deed, right outside her front door.
So, after a bit more, and the joint is finished, we go inside.
We decided to play candyland.
As I'm putting my little ginger guy on the board, I look up and she's looking through the manual.
Me - Do you not remember how to play?
Cricket - Making sure.
Me - are you serious? Were you seriously looking at the instructions?
Cricket - Yeah, it's been a long time since I played.
Me - all you do is draw a -- it's from ages THREEE AND UPP. Meaning a three-year-old can look and know--
Cricket - Draw your card.
Me - Wait, what special tactic would that book tell you to do this game? *draws card* I'm purple bitch. Man, there's no dice to roll.
*after a couple of card draws*
Me - This game, so many tricks, I don't understand it. Hahahhaa, what were you seriously doing with that book?
Cricket - *smiles*
Me - You and Pedro both just love to keep me going!
I was kicking her ass. Toward the end, the single colored squares would be doubles and the doubles would be triples. I did that for like five minutes and she didn't even notice >:)
Then, as I won, Cricket says, "That was fun." And immediately puts up the game. Didn't even ask if I wanted to play it again.

I was hungry because I was hungry before I came, so we went into town.
I stopped at a green light, WHICH WAS RED AS I WAS COMING UP ON IT.
I ran a redlight, and my face, Cricket says, was fucking hilarious. I was straight horrified.
Then we went to Denny's and saw our old friend, Bonnie, working... She was our waitress. In the back, I could hear her talking to her coworkers. One conversation, I told Cricket about:
Me - She just said, 'I just ate half his fries, could you drop me more? Oh, thank you!' Can you believe that? Just eating some guy's fries.
So, she comes out and holding this burger and fries. It went to a man sitting behind Cricket and across from me.
Cricket and I start cracking up.
I made a paper airplane. I threw it at Bonnie. She wadded it up.
I was going to make her work for her tip. Meaning, I was going to wave it at her and if she could grab it, she could have it. She told me, "It's not high school anymore, Heather."

We went back to Cricket's and watched As Told By Ginger. I LOVE THAT FUCKING SHOW HIGH, IT'S AWESOME AS SHIT.
Then I left after a bit.
And here's the biggest PLOT TWIST EVER.
Cricket's road is very dark and the only turn offs are other roads that look the same as the roads before. There are only drive ways and fields. So, I'm going around this curve and this Sheriff is going the opposite way. As I'm straightening up, I notice it was the Sheriff. As he is behind me, I flash my eyes to rearview mirror and immediately notice he stopped in THE MIDDLE OF THE FUCKING ROAD and does a complete turn around and speeds up to catch me. At the exact moment I noticed he was turning around, I strapped on my seatbelt and gulped. I have a half joint left and my eyes were pink because the eyedrops were wearing away. Like I said, there's no where where he could pull me off. So, this Sheriff rode my ass, quite literally, for about 3-5 miles (WHICH IS FOREVER AT 45MPH).
Then, as we were coming up to my old high school parking lot, he flashes his lights. I got the whole treatment except the sirens.
I'm so fucking nervous I'm shaking.
I park in a space and he parks behind me.
In my side mirror I could see his pants and that masculine flashlight.
That's when he was standing at my window and I noticed he was THE SAME FUCKING SHERIFF FROM THE NIGHT BEFORE. It's about 230AM.
He flashes the light at my face, again.
"Oh, man, crap, you're not the one."
After the initial shock I was pulled over, I noticed he was the Sheriff from YESTERDAY NIGHT/MORNING with Pedro, I instantaneously deflate my entire person. "Really?"
"Yeah, I was in a chase with this red car and you're obviously not it. I'm sorry." He paused here, looking up at the sky. He lowered his head to me when he questioned, "Where you headed?"
I snapped out an answer, "Home."
"Where were you coming from?"
"A friend's house."
"Where does she live?"
"In Anna."
"Oh, well, okay." He goes to step away and then turns on his heels and he asked me the last question, "Have you been drinking tonight?"
"Nope." And I smiled.
"Okay, I appreciate it."
"You're welcome."
I drive off and he does too, going the opposite way.

What're the fucking odds?

ps - That was the first time I have ever been pulled over and it was because of mistaken identity.

♪: plastic tree - パイドパイパー

October 30th
So, it's the night before Halloween and I went to Cricket's aunt's where she was, don'cha know.
I tried going through the recording (that all of the adults were against) and I can't find the EXACT conversation, but this is to my memory:
Aunt - Acid nowadays is stuff you can find under your kitchen sink!
Tina - Exactly.
Aunt - Kids, *turns to Cricket and me* don't do it. It's not straight LSD anymore.
Me - I bet bigger cities have it.
Aunt - Have what?
Me - Acid. All forms of it.
Aunt - What forms would that be?
Me - *in thought* Organic acid....
Aunt - Organic Acid, well...
Tina - *cracks up*
Cricket - *follows suit with her mother while I dip my head between me and her and laugh*

I played the Wii. Kicked Cricket's ASSSSSSSSSS.

October 31st
Went to Sean's party after work. I walked in and everyone chanted (after the devil had stood in front of the door to greet me) 'Kroger Employee!'
I grinned and shook my head, immediately changing.
After I came out, Emo Girl said I should draw a mustache on my face to be 'Evil Heather.'
I did.
A curly one I had Tamra, Cleopatra, draw for me :)
I don't have a picture now, but I will, hopefully.

Me - *sitting on the couch, holding phone up to take a picture* Hey, devil, strike a pose.
Devil - *turns head*
Me - That's your pose?
Devil - *nod*

This girl, right here, is HILARIOUS. I adore her. She's 'Emo Girl.'
She did everything emo.
The strand of hair over one eye, the bounce of the head dance. Ahhhh.


The Devil and 'Vampire Sean.'

Haha.
Then I found the dry erase board the time Emo Girl did and we drew a little somethin-somethin' on it.


AFTER THAT, me and Cricket kicked it.
Cricket was already high by the time I got there, sober. So, there's not much conversation, haha, Cricket gets quiet.
But, she sat me beside Andy who had already shitfaced himself. He was decked out as Dorothy. That's right. Dorothy from Wizard of Oz.
This man is near his 50s. And he hit on me. In that blue and white checkered dress, wig and heels. He continuously did it. Not one time and quit. He tried for 30 minutes to take his bait. I was getting aggravated and very disgusted.
Cricket was smiling, watching us.
We went back to Cricket's room, in her own house, while Andy vomited out his memory and passed out.
I was making a Mii.

lol. Looks like a penis.

November 2
I went to Crafty Hands and fucked up my sock so bad, I have to rip out my ENTIRE HEEL and redo it.
I wanted to cry, haha.

♪: stomach growling

Me - Are you ducks still here?
Cricket - We have three.
Me - Did one fly away?
Cricket - Dunno.
*silent moment*
Cricket - it's so cute though, in the morning, if the ducks are hungry, they'll come up to the porch because Tina puts the corn up here for the kids. The kids will actually throw the food at the ducks.
Me - Like chuck it?
Cricket - Yeah! Zakery is getting good!
Me - Zach and the stick and the duck. *laughs* best shit ever! I love that little guy - he's so funny.
Cricket - Oh, btw, Kaylee has made a new friend because she's learned that she can have imaginary friends. And, so she was sitting there playing in the kitchen and Crystal goes, "what's your friend's name?" And she didn't have one yet, so she was trying to make up one and she saw a can... So, she's like, "Cooooooke...." and the rest of it turned out ot be cane. So, she had an imaginary friend named cocaine!
...Crystal stopped it.

*moment of silence*
Cricket - *looks over* Dude, we have a statue of an Indian?
Me - *looks over* What, where? *finally notices it under a table, in a shadow - jumps* fuck dude! That's scary as shit!

Me - If old stoners think we're funny, I guess we're not buzzkills.
Cricket - *moment of silence* that was beautiful.

These aren't from last night (although I shared them with Cricket).
Me - *talking about the new guy at work with Heather* Have you seen his chest hair? It freaks me the fuck out! It makes me gag. Poofing out from his shirt.
Heather - *makes a face* Why would I look at his chest hair?
Me - I don't know. It's just there and now the only thing I can stare at.
*the next day*
Heather - One girl from produce is actually nice. We were at the trash compactor and she was just, ah, she was nice.
Me - You know that guy with the speech impedement? It only makes him cuter.
Heather - Josh?
Me - You know their names? He's the one always talking to that short blonde-hair girl.
Heather - Yeah and her name is (something I cannot remember).
Me - How do you know their names?
Heather - They have name tags.
Me - Yeah, but you actually look at them.
Heather - At least I don't look at their chest hair!

*My father recently bought my mom these coffee cups she had loved and they got them in. They were showing them to me*
Mom - I wish you'd stop buying me things, Jimmy!
Me - *turns to dad, and imitating mom's voice* Yeah, Jimmy, stop lavishing me with gifts!

ps - Remember MY skeleton Cricket stole for me?
Well, here's hers.

♪: dave matthews band - everyday

I think I did a pretty damn good job considering I haven't painted my own toe/finger nails since 8th grade.
Last time I tried my toenails... It got so pathetic Cricket had to finish. These started out pretty wacky, but took a dramatic turn for the better, I believe.

Cabin fever struck me four hours after I woke today. I immediately went to Crafty Hands and ended up blowing my money. Well, not blowing, but spending what money I basically had (all but 20 bucks).
My name is Heather and I'm a compulsive buyer.
I do it all the fucking time.
It annoysss meeeee.
I am actually TONS better than I was. Has anyone seen my full CD list?
I have over 112 CDs, not counting DVDS of concerts and extra shit. Not including, also, my foreign films (aka Asian Dramas). SO. I need to control. Self control.
And books, I have a bunch.

That's what I'm working on now! Two colors at one time, oh me oh my. I'm taking my skill level up a notch, biatch. I'm actually very happy with the colors. I wanted to move from purple, since I have a brown/purple scarf, but I wanted to try to knit a scarf with a border for another scarf I had in mind. SO. Besides, I wanted my own personal scarf.... Like the ones I knit for others.

Can't wait until it's finished, just like my second sock. AHHHHH.
So many projects.
Finish one, start three.
(That's a quote everyone on staff, +more, say at Crafty Hands, hahahahha.)

♪: puddle of mudd - she hates me

Cricket and I went to go see Paranormal Activity. What a load of crap. Scary my arse. It was like as if the producers behind A Haunting made a fucking movie. Less believable than its hardly explained plot line are the characters and how they couldn't act whatsoever. YOU DON'T EVEN HAVE TO ACT, JUST BE YOURSELF with this type of film and they just couldn't even do that. Not even close. I merely recommend to see this movie in a crowded theater with kids half your age, because their jumps and screams would make it all worth it.
Besides.
You might even get to hear some high school kids that believe it's real and the guy trying to tell them, yes, it's fictional. And the girls are in denial.
Shoo, now that that's over with....


DUMPSTER. I know, the light ruins the picture. BUT. Behind that dumpster which is behind that theater is a new place on the list of places we have smoked. That's right.
As soon as we walked out of the movie, to the parking lot, a security cop was there. No, not for us, but in general. Which is weird.
Then we went to Wal*Mart and have ANOTHER place to add to the list. In Wal*Mart parking lot.
And I think only one carload of people saw because they drove directly by and looked directly at us by slowing down.

I NOW HAVE NAIL POLISH. Cricket has NAIL POLISH and we're all happy.
Not that color, but the picture is proof that I rarely ever, hardly ever, ever wear nail polish.

Ay caramba!

(it hangs over my bed :)!)

And I painted her toenails with my fingernail polish ;)
Then, we sneaked around in the Halloween aisle and stole a couple of skeletons. She did it, I was too paranoid. I was so paranoid and felt bad about stealing that I bought these five lunch sacks with a witch on them to take to work. Hahahahaha. No, rly.
We then got something to eat and saw four cops (rough estimate).
We then went to the park to eat and saw another cop.
So, five?
It was insane.

Me - Could we make it in the theater? I'm not as high as I was, but I'm still kind of.... Ugh, I'm so scared to go in.
Cricket - Why?
Me - dsfdsg...
Cricket - Hey, you're not as high looking as you were with that picture with the unborn, remember? And we didn't even have eye drops. They didn't say shit.
Me - *laughs hard* Yeah man, I just don't want anyone else to know sitting around us.
Cricket - Oh, they're going to know.
Me - Ack, I just don't like people knowing that high that I didn't get high with. It freaks me the fuck out, really.
Cricket - Why? Maybe we can meet someone to invite back there to get high with us?
Me - *laughs, remembering the Unborn incident* hahahaaha, we were the geeky, red-eyed geeks walking up in Great Escape Theater. And you got behind a thing to make faces. *notices Crickets eyes flickering to the side.* What're you looking at? Oh, my reflection?
Cricket - *smiles and nods*
Me - It's the same thing you know. It's not going to do anything differently.
Cricket - That would be freaky as shit. I would demand you to take me to the hospital.
Me - Who would need the hospitalization - me or you?
Cricket - Hm, you have a point.
Me - OH HO HO HO HO! I do have a point.

*Walmart parking lot*
*waiting for car to pass*
Me - *goes to take a hit, but it drops and cannot find it* Where's the roach?
Cricket - *shrugs* I dunno.
Me - *harsh sigh* Fine. *looks on her lap, everything. Then I decide to get out of the car. As soon as I open the car door,* MONEY! *starts picking up some change*
Cricket - Found it!
Me - Yes! *gets the roach, puts it in my fist and a car is driving by really slowly and I look away to put the change into the little hole for change. As the car drives away I turn to Cricket*
Cricket - Hm, kind of odd.
Me - Did they look straight into the car?
Cricket - Hahahaha, yes they did.
I have made 22 cents, fyi.

The List (revisited!) - New locations added in italics.
Western Kentucky University
Keriaskes (I murdered that spelling) Park
Covington (gazebo, parking lot, swings, and gazebo on golf course)
The Square
Sears parking lot
The park by the free clinic (parking area and picnic area)
Abandoned train caboose
WHILE driving on the square
In front of the small library
Campbell Lane
The bridge on the bypass
Great Escape 12 (dumpster)
Wal*Mart (Veterans) parking lot

ps - Cricket loves her scarf ;)

♪: good charlotte - My Bloody Valentine

Oh boy, do I have some stories for you today.
Let's start off with the night before last.
When I came home from shopping for the parents (Emily night), my sister revealed to me that she had went to a field trip and then stopped in BG for somewhere to eat... They stopped at a little strip, with different stores and restaurants. Welllllll.
The kids had stolen over 150 bucks of merchandise from THE DOLLAR STORE. I'm guessing the majority of the 150 dollah were those air horns. Nearly every kid of the junior class had one. When they were in the bus, they would blow them at cars and caused nearly one man to have a wreck. They were on the interstate, so imagine his wreck, pretty damn serious.
A pet store had to close its doors and close, not allowing anyone back in because some kid tried to strangle a cat.
Customers, from other stores, complained that the kids were throwing things at them, the kids were silly stringed each other and continued to steal things. Those stores made an announcement for all WEHS to leave.
It's going to be funnier, later on in life... Well, except for the cat strangler kid.

YESTERDAY, some kid got her head stuck in one of those M&M life-size doll things. There are smaller holes on the sides and a big one in the back. It was hilarious.
I so wanted to take a picture, but I couldn't.

Kicked it with Sean after work.
Me - *brought in donuts that I stole from work*
Sean - Ooh, I want this one.
Me - I want this one.
Sean - This one tastes like raspberry type deal.
Me - Really?
Sean - Yeah, take a bite.
Me - *eyes open* Ew no!
Sean - Oh yeah, I forgot you didn't eat after people.
Me - Hahahahaha, I'm sorry for my reaction.
Sean - it's okay.
Me - I do drink after people, sometimes.
Sean - Well, at least that's something.
Me - Look at you, acting like it's a disability or something that I can't eat after people.
Sean - *laughs, hard* I'm sorry, I didn't mean...
Me - Haha, 'Well, at least she drinks a person's spit....'

*As we were walking to my car, Sean pointed out muddy tire tracks a little ways from the parking lot... He explained...*
Sean - Yeah, my dad, instead of pushing the brake, hit the gas and we totally sped straight into the mud. You can see where we spun and where we tried to push... Then, we both tried, but failed. So, we called a tow man. My dad lied, to seem like he wasn't stupid, 'Yeah, I tried to miss this cat.' and the tow man replied, 'What! You should've just ran over the damn thing - it was a stray!' And I am like, 'What? How do you know what kind it was!'

Sean and Quinton. Wow. Of course I've never been in a gay couple's apartment - it's just not something I frequent very often. But their apartment - wow. EVERYTHING MATCHES... They even have accent colors, couch covers, etc... They have a little cupboard they're hanging in their bathroom, etc... EVEN THEIR BED SHEETS ARE LIME GREEN WITH A BLACK HEADBOARD!
I love it. Their apartment is dahling.
Oh, and even their dishes match everything.

I was just idle in a Wal*Mart parking lot when this car, three spaces away from me parked. Haha. They were blasting old, classic rock. They were lip singing to Guns-n-Roses 'Welcome to the Jungle' while just waiting on their friend.

TODAY.
At Barnes and Noble I snuck behind a sign, because I was looking at a book, and just barely peeked my head over to the side, waiting for the cashier. After about 30 seconds or so, he glimpsed over and went, "Oh my!" He held a hand to his chest. "I'm so sorry. Hahahaha."
"No, it's fine, haha, I thought you were doing something, so I'd wait."
"No, no, nothing important. It's just... your camouflage overwhelmed me."
Hahahahahahahaahha.
OH, I bought American Psycho. FINALLY.
I'm SUPPOSED to be reading, 'Tale of the Body Thief' by Anne Rice, but, so far, I dislike it.

ps - my dreams last night were fucking insane. I cannot begin to describe what I felt to relive my funky dream world. Honestly. Lately my dreams have been SHIT.
Last night's dreams were about robots/alines/humans all co-existing. Robots were huge, over twenty-stories high. Usually the aliens would go undercover as a robot to infiltrate. Humans would go as Aliens. And both robot and alien would pretend to be human so they could use every weakness against us and kill us all. My problem was that I was human and I fell in love with a 200-year-old robot undercover as a very pretty human.
And, although love united us together, we ran away and was always sought out after and hunted.
Ah, love.
We faked her death so we could be together. At a council meeting of the robots. She was to speak about what she found out. I snuck in, inside a robot.
That doesn't make sense, haha.

pss - http://www.cracked.com/blog/using-windows-7-may-lead-to-murder/
TO DATE THE FUNNIEST CRACKED ARTICLE EVER.
So clever.
I'm jealous of how clever that article was.

♪: cherry filter - 내게로 와

Isn't that a face you can love?

Yesterday was productive, depending on which perspective. Bought two tank tops, kicked it with Emily for a bit and headed over to her friend's, Shannon's, to pick something up. Haha. They were having a party and everyone, except Shannon's boyfriend, were very, very drunk/high. Well, maybe Shannon's boyfriend can hold it in better?
After which, we went to SG and smoked in the train. I love that train.
And just to let everyone know, I'm the type of person to wait until everyone is sober enough to drive - it's just wrong. I hate people driving if they're not 90% sober.
RIGHT AFTER THE TRAIN, right after we just smoked, we didn't even hang for a bit (Right after I had laid my head on the bar and said, 'I am sooo high, omg.'). They just left and I was left to DRIVE into town and go to Wal*Mart (I HATE IT THEREEEE) and Kroger.
I got a blizzard from DQ though, and it was godly.
At Wal*Mart though, I smarted off to an employee because she had to get my ID because of some movie (Observe and Report - SETH ROGEN ♥). Didn't mean to, didn't realize it until her old eyes popped and explained, "It asks, I have to."
Hahahahahaha.
Like people care, really.
I usually never smart off to employees because it's useless, IT IS their JOB, you know.
Then went to Kroger and spotted that northern girl doing what I usually do - her job because everyone makes me do their shit, haha. It made me happy.
AND HOME.
Funnnnnnnn.
Just so everyone knows, I HATE getting high with Emily's bf. He's so gross and annoying - I can't stand it. Seriously. He gets on my fucking nerves.
Ahhhh, now I want a boyfriend.

Emily - Jonny, go in and buy some papers.
Me - *getting money* What're you getting? Tops....
Jonny - Okay and I don't know.
Me - *hands two dollars over* and if they're over two bucks, fuck 'em.
Jonny - *smiles* yeah.
Me - Okay then.
Jonny - *spreads the money apart and starts to fold it*
Me - What the - Are you counting the money?
Jonny - Why would I count it? It's fucking two dollars! *gets out of the car*
Me - *turns to Emily* that's why I was surprised.

ps - I had a dream last night that I was pregnant. I'm not disclosing who the father was, but it's disgusting. Even in the dream, I could see me getting bigger and bigger. I was hella cute pregnant.
Different, right?

♪: dir en grey - 蛍火

Three weeks ago I had bought American Psycho off half.com. THREE WEEKS LATER I had received it and as I flipped through it a HORRIBLE realization rushed through me: It's in fucking Spanish.
I was pissed.
I have waited a year (since the first time I had watched the movie) to read that damn book and it seems destiny has other plans, literally. So, I texted good o' Pedro and he's going to take the monster off my hands, but really.
IN SPANISH.
As soon as I realized, I was practically yelling, "GODDAMMIT! THREE FUCKING WEEKS FOR IT TO BE IN FUCKING SPANISH? WHO IN THE HELL WOULD READ IT? FUCKIN' BITCH, WHY ME. WHY SPANISH OF ALL THE FUCKING LANGUAGES?! I AM SO GODDAMNED PISSED, FUCK."
I was outside, gathering all my mess from my car to go inside.
I am still aggravated.
Just so you know, just so everyone knows, it wasn't in the description. It was in a little space to the side, when you're looking at all the other books and comparing prices. NOT ONLY THAT, but the description of the quality of the book was in English. Everyone just ASSUMES, you know? If you're selling something in Spanish, write the goddamn description in Spanish.
BAH.
Haha.
Assume makes and ASS out of U and ME.

Me - Would you like a great opportunity to read a valuable novel in American literature?
Pedro - I'm not following.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaa.

♪: ac/dc - hell's bells

THE DEVIL SCARF IS FINISHED. And, for cataloguing, this scarf's name, and forever, will be DEVIL SCARF. I believe it's six-feet in length, but it hasn't been proven... Only by sizing it up to me do I believe it. It's long enough to wrap once around my neck and be tied off right at the start of my cleavage. I love this scarf. Once I finished it, I had this swelling of happiness in my chest, of pride and conquer. I am DEATHLY proud of it.
Too bad it's not for me. Once I save up the money I owe Cricket, still buy her my Christmas present I wanted to buy her last year but didn't have the money to, I'll be caught up.
So, I have to give her this scarf, 100 bucks and that present.
(Did you think I forgot about you, Cricket?)
Isn't life swell?
HOWEVER, I think, once I'm rested from this aggravation that Devil Scarf has made for me, I'm making me one. Cannot wait. But I DO NOT have the energy to knit another right now.



I went to see Zombieland on Saturday with Amanda. It was killer. Muahaa!
It wasn't AS FUNNY as I thought it to be, but it was mildly entertaining and DEFINITELY meant for stoners. It mentioned weed like three times and showed them smoking it out of those three, so, yeah. It's catering to the stoners.
VIVA STONARCHY.
Right?


Snapping random pictures.
Yes, I was sober.

ps - Anyone watching Bored to Death yet?