♪: lady gaga - bad romance

About two weeks ago I noticed my sister's overall style.
She has hair to her shoulder blades. Her bangs are long enough to tuck behind her ears (exactly what she does). No fixing required.
She wears graphic tees, jeans and tennis shoes (thrown together at the last minute).
No make up.
Glasses.
Her obsessive writing on fan-fics and constant obsession of the internet.
And I realized, staring at her, that was me at 15, 16 and 17-years-old.
Wow.
I just relayed my thoughts a few minutes ago, I wanted to warn her, haha
I feel violated.
I don't want someone to be like me.
I had that careless appeal going on (still kind of do) and I want to keep it that way.
She's the total opposite of last year.
Freaks me out.
Should I be freaked or complimented?

♪: justin timberlake - cry me a river

My hair is wet.
I don't have on my glasses because I'm preparing myself (aka, procrastinating on) drying my hair and it gets difficult with glasses on.
Which brings me to the point I'm thinking about contacts.
Who knows.
I would have to use eye drops all the time. BUT, I could be cool like Pedro and not even have to hold my eye open and just let it casually drop. It's cool to watch him do it.
That asshole left to Mexico without saying goodbye to me. He could die, you know.
OMG, I'm getting a headache doing this without glasses...
And my hair is dry.
I hate work.
All my good hair days go to waste.

Recently I've realized that I don't really like most of the people who are called my friends.
I know I have been weeding out the lowlifes, the assholes and the plain unambitious from my life. It's been a boring life, nothing happens, nothing happens with invitation, but I'm happier. I've had peaceful nights and less anger. I've laughed more and had weight lifted from my chest. It's been, nice. I barely have a handful left.
I don't even want Emily anymore. All she does is wish she had more while spending 100 bucks on weed. I haven't smoked with her in two weeks. I don't want to.
It's the same high and all you do is laugh, giggle and have idiotic conversations.
Don't get me wrong, I miss it. Nothing lasts forever, it's not supposed to. Some people, mind you, the ones who couldn't get out of the 80s or their college days... Who sit at home and drink a Miller while waiting for a friend to be dumber than they are to come along so they can have that rush of the past.

I'm thinking of taking night classes on something so I can make more money in the midst of living? I'm not particularly career oriented. As long as I'm happy and can travel. That's all I want to do - travel.
I love getting out there, believe it or not. I just don't like getting out there and partying. It's useless, pointless.
There are so many things I want to see/do.
I want to have my pilot's license.
I want to skydive, hang glide.
I want to take a cruise.
Visit Europe (and Japan... Shut up).
Write a book.
Be in a movie.
Go to the desert, haha.
Walk for charity.
Volunteer (which, when the snow clears, I'm signing up for the animal shelter).

I'm saving up to get something removed.
Nope, not telling you what.

♪: l'arc-en-ciel - 死の灰

I did this in eight hours. Upon returning from Crafty Hands I knitted that until I went to bed and miraculously finished. One proud girl right here. I wasn't even rushing, I just lazily knitted for eight hours.
It's for Amanda. She loves it.
So does Erin, a cake girl from work, and gave me money to knit her one.
I'm already in the round and working the garter two and a quarter inches.

Today has been a very good day indeed. I don't know. I slept late (8:30AM), was alone, got a call from a job I put in an application for and have an interview Friday at 230PM.
Casey and me hung out. Ate Japanese.
I am successfully knitting a cable scarf, with little prior knowledge on cables.
My mother didn't like a pair of pants she ordered and they were too small for her so she gave them to me. They 'accentuate my sexy curves.'
I am very energetic today.
Fixed a sock that snugged on something and ripped a little at the cuff.
Had the best time cleaning today. I made a CD and rapped, sang, danced while cleaning.
See? Awesome day.
Last night's dream though dealt with sex, murder and sexy clothes from the early 19th century.
Mmmmm.

My cousin had a car accident the other day. Here are photos of his purple truck (aka Purple Passion) after the accident.


He had slipped off the road, hit a light post - it broke in half. The truck flipped on its side into a ditch and the light post fell on them and the other half fell on a van in the opposing lane.
No one was injured, but the truck is totaled :(

ps - we all have names for our cars.
I named all of them aside from Randy's late Purple Passion.
Mine is The Red Rover.
My dad's work truck is The Silver Stallion.
My dad's everyday truck is the Bashful Blue.
And Jimmy Dale's truck is The Green Gem.
Hahahaha.

pss - Me - So, are you feeling better? Vomit anymore?
Mom - Nope. Btw, could you pick me up a snickers with almonds on your way home?
Me - Ew, did you vomit that up last night?
Mom - Noooo, Heatherrrr.
Me - Oh, okay, because that would be rough coming back up.
*ladies at Crafty Hands all turn to me with a wtf expression*

♪: asian kung-fu generation - 君という花

No excitement.

I have been called sir, TWICE, in the last month!
Once by some Asian man who could barely speak English... Then once by one of my co-workers who's an in-closet gay man. And you'd think the gay would know a girl from a guy.
I'm beginning to rethink my personal style, haha.
Longer hair?
Tighter clothes to accentuate my waist and B-boobs?
What about my ass? Should I wear pants that fit?
I don't understand any of this.

SECONDLY.
I look over to discover my mother is not in her chair, solving another Kakuro game. I ask my sister where she was, had they gone to bed? She shrugs.
So, I notice my parents' bedroom light was off. I barely heard their television.
"MOM, DAD, ARE YOU IN BED?" Pause from the couch.
"What?!" My mom yells.
"ARE YOU IN BED?"
"YEAHHHHHH?" My dad chimes in with no real purpose.
"What? No!"
"YEAHHHHH?" My dad continues.
"What're you doing?"
"I'M ON THE COMPUTER, HEATHER!"
"COME INNNNN...." My dad.
"SO, you're not in bed?"
A pause and my mother opens the door and says, "I'm on the computer. You're not my mother, you don't have to know what I'm doing every second."
I smile, "Yes, yes I do."
"If you have to know," my mother tiredly says, "I'm researching vaginal diseases."
I laugh and she shuts the door.
Amanda snickers into her robe. I turn to her and ask, "Wow, was she being serious?"
Amanda raises her eyebrows with a goofy smile on her face and laughs, "I believe so."
"MOOOOOOM!"
Nothing.
"MOOOM. MOMMMAAAAA."
"WHAT?!" She swings open the bedroom door again.
"Are you really looking up vaginal diseases?"
She sighed and shook her head, "No, Heather, of course I'm not looking that up. Now, if you need me again you'll come to me, I'm not getting up again."

Ahhhhhh.

THEN, at work, Carmon, that older gent, told us a story.
"So, I was on my balcony when I heard this ruckus. I looked down and there was this black man getting tore up!"
I ask, "Off what?"
"No, he was getting beat up! Seriously getting injured. He kept yelling, 'Stop, it hurts! Stop, please, it hurts!'"
Andrew smiles and says, "You know 'tore up' means getting drunk, right?"
I interrupt, 'Or something else.'
Andrew smiles and Carmon continues.
"And when it stopped, this black woman said, 'Now, take that you N! I want my money.' So it was this black woman beating up this tall, thin black man! It was amazing."
Hahahahahaha.

TO NOW UPDATE ON KNITTED ITEMS.

Emily's orange and blue hat.
She doesn't like it sitting on the ears, but, who knows. I'm just waiting for her to call and ask me to knit a slightly longer one.


A-HA!

I am so happy with this hat. Latwon said I needed a little ball on top, but I think it would be more dorky. Haha.
My sister is now pushing me to knit her one. She wants green and I told her we're not doing that twin thing.