So it's 3 true days before christmas.. since it's so late today, and my family celebrates on Christmas eve. we are all supposed to be making presents and I haven't finished even half. This does not bode well for our heroine. This could be a tricky kettle of fish. Especially seeing as I have to work on thursday and in the morning on friday.
Here's the clincher. Our old roomate and extra boy moved back in and will be here for a while. The problem is. There isn't room for him. I mean no room. He sleeps on the couch or in the bed with me depending on if Vic goes to bed at a reasonable hour. So, him, his stuff, and his cats are in my way. It's lame. I feel like I can't get shit done. But it will all work out in the end, that's how my life works.
ooooh and I have decided I like Flogging Molly and The Killers even more than I did before. I have also decided that if I hear their C.D.s at work again I am going to have to kill someone. I would beat them to death with their own shoes you see, but mine are platformy goodness so it will be slower since they are essentially padded. like the room I really should be in, since, at this very moment a weird montage of said bands are playing in my head and making me want to pull my brains out my nose.
My nose, which by the way is feeling better! yay! something fun to say. Oh yeah, I have also decided that while I love my stepsister that she bugs the shit out of me. ANY woman that wears overalls too big, made of thin denim, that look like they were plucked from the softer side of sears can not be as hardcore as she likes to think she is.
Speaking of my sister she has peircings. I am going to get my nose peirced tommorow.. I am excited and scared all at the same time. I promise I will post some pics when I get around to it. I am just really excited. My mother, whom I love deeply, Is gonna kill me. I'm gonna show up to the family Christmas with metal in my face! YAY! woo hoo!
Ok, as it seems I am going to have to I am going to go find my trazadone and get some sleep or I will be up all night sitting here writing the most boring journal entry ever. So.... Thank you And GOODNIGHT!
Here's the clincher. Our old roomate and extra boy moved back in and will be here for a while. The problem is. There isn't room for him. I mean no room. He sleeps on the couch or in the bed with me depending on if Vic goes to bed at a reasonable hour. So, him, his stuff, and his cats are in my way. It's lame. I feel like I can't get shit done. But it will all work out in the end, that's how my life works.
ooooh and I have decided I like Flogging Molly and The Killers even more than I did before. I have also decided that if I hear their C.D.s at work again I am going to have to kill someone. I would beat them to death with their own shoes you see, but mine are platformy goodness so it will be slower since they are essentially padded. like the room I really should be in, since, at this very moment a weird montage of said bands are playing in my head and making me want to pull my brains out my nose.
My nose, which by the way is feeling better! yay! something fun to say. Oh yeah, I have also decided that while I love my stepsister that she bugs the shit out of me. ANY woman that wears overalls too big, made of thin denim, that look like they were plucked from the softer side of sears can not be as hardcore as she likes to think she is.
Speaking of my sister she has peircings. I am going to get my nose peirced tommorow.. I am excited and scared all at the same time. I promise I will post some pics when I get around to it. I am just really excited. My mother, whom I love deeply, Is gonna kill me. I'm gonna show up to the family Christmas with metal in my face! YAY! woo hoo!
Ok, as it seems I am going to have to I am going to go find my trazadone and get some sleep or I will be up all night sitting here writing the most boring journal entry ever. So.... Thank you And GOODNIGHT!
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acidslug:
I started reading Death Gate in 8th grade, I think only the first 3 were out. I must have read the entire thing three or four times. If I went back to read it now, though, I'd probably hate it. As it turns out, this girl I met at fencing in Knoxville was also a huge death gate fan. She made some strange runic graduation shirt. Also, thanks for reinforcing my raging egomania in regards to being the coolest person ever.
jewcy:
i love the phrase, "kettle of fish." i'm so glad you dropped it. it made my evening.