Sunday, 11/11/01 - 4:19 p.m..
this is so kewl! im gunna go shopping today with da gurlz cuz theres a partay 2morrow n i hafta look sexay cuz the guy whos a cutie will b there 2 u know. n other nice pplz 2. newayz...it dusnt matter cuz im still sooooooo in luv with my bfriend. ne1 sez i cant have a crush tho. im so sexy i cant help it. g2g. luv yah hunnies!
Shit, that was fuckin' painful. I can't believe there are girls that can write like this. That's what I get for watching 3 minutes of the Britney Spears Weekend on Mtv....the song is basically about a girl who attracts all of the guys and she just can't help it. She loses her mind about it. It 's a different kind of song. Oh, really? How sweet.
I've been cleaning up my room the whole morning. It keeps me entertained and distracted. People can fuck themselves.
I painted my bedroom. I painted my bedroom with Simeon. I painted a wall of my bedroom with Simeon. I painted the only wood wall of my bedroom with Simeon. I drew on the only wood wall of my bedroom and now Simeon's all over it. Lucky me, I found a piece of chalk. I started drawing Simeon on that wall, and now it looks like hieroglyphics. No, mom does not know yet. But she can't tell me anything...Mom, why are you trying to put out my creativity spark?
That's basically what I've been doing. I was going shopping today but I'm too lazy to go out. Ok, is not exactly "shopping". There isn't a fuckin' suitcase in this house and I have to get one for my trip to Houston.
On even happier news, I have $180. And I don't even have a job. Plus, I have about 4,000 in the bank (multiply by 8.75 and you'll get the amount in dollars...now math rocks). And it's all mine. It's my money. I've saved my ass off. I always do. Can you tell I don't go out a lot (basically because I-just-don't-feel-like)? My parental units buy me whatever...well, not whatever, just what I need and what I want. And since I usually only want useful shit (of course, sometimes I fall into shallowness, but that's part of being a teenager), I make them happy. I'm one conscious, moderated, happy costumer. I ask for new clothes every 4 or 5 months. And just two or three things. Since I don't go out a lot, I don't need new and "in" clothes-so-people-won't-eat-me-alive.
That way, I lead a tranquil life. Most of the money I get from my parents goes straight to my bank. Plus, Alan, God knows why, took the responsability of giving me 15 bucks every month. Also...parental units won't let me get a job for now. Dad says that I'd better focus on studying and graduating and finding my way in life first. Ok, then studying it is, for now (thank God, I feel quite lazy to get a job...even a quarter-time one).
Surprisingly, the guy just called me. We had a long, boring talk. Not exactly "boring"...I'd say it was slow. We were between "do it" and "don't do it". He tried to make up some stories, but nothing happened. I mean...no. It's just I'm not that kind of person. I told him that doing that on the phone it's quite entertaining but in the end it makes me feel empty...like an empty bottle of coke. He got my message. He finished telling me that maybe we should grow up and stop doing that. I'll call him on tuesday, just to say hi. Of course, that's what I love to call him for. He sounded sad and bored. He said he felt lazy. Nice kid....I think I love him. It just saddens me that I can't help him as much as I'd like.
Well, I think I'm kind of over what happened on friday. It still breaks my heart a bit but most of it is fixed already. What can I do, anyway? People are people and......they're people. How can you fight against something you don't understand?
If I had killed myself, I wouldn't have had dinner with Alan last night. He and I were alone, so he went to -----'s and brought hamburgers, french fries and soda home.
- So, whaddaya want me to bring ya?
- What are you buying for yourself?
- I'll see when I get there.
- Then...whatever, just make sure it has bacon......and a...
- ...AN APPLE PIE!, yes....
I love that. I love it when you want something and someone already knows it. Like they read your mind or something. Doesn't happen so often, but I guess that makes me worship those little moments even more.
Today when I woke up, I started watching TV and the first thing I watched was....Sunshine (the new Aerosmith single, dammit)!!!! My day had been officially made. It's finally being played. Then a nice movie about a playboy bunny. No, it wasn't porn or anything, neither -I think- it was "autobiographic" or something. But it was interesting. Then I watched Frasier. I love that show. I love Niles the most. And Eddie.
That's pretty much my day so far. I'm going to watch Miss Congeniality right fuckin' now. Alan rented it and -sucks to be me- I have never seen it.
Simeon says that chalk hieroglyphics on a wood wall rock.
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