Friday, December 26, 2008

vin diesel in XXXmas.

come over and play wii.

Monday, December 22, 2008

law & order: CUP

dad is sitting two feet away from me, listening to jazz with his headphones.
i am at the computer listening to the runaways, thinking of how i should practice my guitar(s) and wear more spandex/leather.

he's always being more hip than me...than i...than me.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Thursday, December 18, 2008

what's her twat?

the update:
babysat cousins on monday. i love how "toot" can be the funniest word when you're around little boys. i don't appreciate them always pulling their pants down/taking their clothes off/never going to sleep. however, they make up for it when they tell bedtime stories about someone eating poop off of someone's butt--or bottom.

the lion king musical was uhh-mazing. so many puppets and leotards. if i can't dedicate my life to african singing and costumes, i will happily step down for puppetry in a leotard. the woman who sang the "NAAAAHH.." etc in "the circle of life" (if you don't know what i'm talking about you should probably get the hell away from me) was perfect. it seriously blew my mind; everything looked so great... except "i just can't wait to be king". it looked like a bad dream and had really bright colors compared to the rest of the show. and for the record: i did not cry when mufasa died. i only teared up thinking about the same scene in the animated version. (and yes, caitlin, i did say adult cartoon simba was a hot lion. i stick by that.) 

on second thought, i also would like to be a giraffe. animals come down the isles during the opening. YOUTUBE THIS SHIT.

got my herr did.

mom likes to depress me every time we talk about christmas. it's not going to be like all the other years of me being a spoiled baby. well, it probably will be... just not as crazy. dad and i finally put the tree up today while listening to james brown. he had horrible subway farts. i think that sums it up.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008

(in navy)

= a perfect wednesday morning?

Thursday, December 4, 2008

lady cab driver.

i was involved in my first "accident" today.
a woman's mini van hit my car. 100% her fault.
i'm so glad she knew it was all on her because i would have doubted myself.
here's how it went down:

"YESSS!" i yelled as i turn up demi lovato (or duey limbato) and started singing. the radio reception was going in and out, but i knew all the words so it's wasn't a problem. a few seconds later, still singing and having a good time. (for some reason i may have thought about a car hitting me a few minutes before this happened. so raven.) SOME LADY DECIDES TO SWITCH LANES TO TURN AND HITS ME. hopefully i was singing the "get back" part of the song as in "get the hell back from my car". i was in a panic because it was happening rather slowly and i can NEVER find my horn when i'm worried. the makers of my '89 honda civic thought two little horn buttons would be better than just having one in the middle. anyways, she hits the left front of my car. we pulled into the parking lot, called police, etc. she offered me a seat in her van until the cops came to be warm and exchange insurance. i accepted. i sat down, and a voice startled me, "mumblemumlesit's cold outmumble". (the mumbles are because i didn't really catch it.) i turned around it was a girl with down syndrome. i'm only saying she had down syndrome so you get the whole story. cop came. waited in my car. some old lady sitting in a hoveround wearing a veteran's cap with earmuffs was wheeling through our cars. she may have thought it was a parade.

oh, and did i mention i was crying off and on throughout this experience? i was.
i feared a money problem involving less christmas or no disney world for some reason.
...i'm an only child.

I'm also thinking about capitalizing my letters. Maybe.