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So my birthday's coming up, and I have no idea what I want to do or get or anything. I'll probably just end up telling people to get me books and music and money. There's always at leat 6 people at Mother Dearest's office who demand on giving me something. I don't know, I kind of need some speakers...and a new disk drive for that desktop sitting in my room...and some headphones...and a whole new ******** laptop...and about 2 billion dollars. But let's not get greedy.
What? How the hell do I have 14 emails in my yahoo inbox? How in the ******** is that legal? Who is filling up my inbox with s**t? I'll bet it's Allen. Allen the spammer. That spamming b*****d...
Haha, my psychologist just called. I have an appointment tomorrow at 7pm! Hurrah?
Senior pictures are...September...5th, maybe? Anyway, yeah, I have to wear a dress. Note that I haven't worn a dress since junior prom, and then my brother's wedding in 2002 before that. But yeah, Mother and I went shopping on...I don't know, a few days ago, and bought a dress that she "kinda" likes. It dosen't matter what I like, of course. (Though if I had a choice, I'd wear pants, a t-shirt, and my Vans.) But that's the "back-up," "plan B," dress. It's white and black, and it ties around the neck. That means the entire back is open. One should know that when I go to the beach, I wear a t-shirt and shorts. The shorts part won't matter, but I have a hell of a farmer's tan. My arms are fairly tan, but my shoulders, chest, and back are pale-a**. So I either had the option of wearing a bathing suit top when I went to the beach yesterday, or go to the tanning beds. So guess what I chose? Yeah, I wore the top. It wasn't pretty. I should take a picture of my back. There's white and red patches everywhere from my bad sunscreen-applying session. It's pretty funny.
But the beach wasn't bad. Kris, Tom, and I had a pretty good time. We played "Tom's a rapist" again, which is always a bit uncomfortable for everyone but Tom, but it was still better than last time. Granted, not quite as funny, but a bit less uncomfortable.
Something just fell through the chimney. And unless Santa is a rather large beetle, I don't think it was him. ...That's actually a pretty damn big beetle. I'd say...2.5 inches long...by...1.5 inches wide, maybe? It's crawling up the screen over the fireplace, so I can't see the top of it. I want to keep it. I think I'll name it. I'll name it...Ilari. His name is Ilari. Why, you might ask? Because it is the Russian/Finnish form of Hilarius, which is a name derrived from Latin, with roots similar to the word "hilarious". Why, again you might ask? Because he is, truly, hilarious. And so will Mother Dearest's reaction be when she sees him sitting in a jar on the kitchen table tomorrow. And I must say, Ilari is quite adept at turning himself over when placed on his back.
DrasBrisingr · Mon Aug 28, 2006 @ 02:33am · 0 Comments |
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