Qoutes from my non-online diary:
I wish there were a room in this house that was all perfect girly girl old school type room with all the dolls and stuff. And a music box playing. Yeah, that's the important part. Then I could buy a video camera and go out through it and make it black and white and all freaky like. Man, I really want a videocamera.
The thing is, though, that it wouldn't be any fun with just me. I'd need a friend to act and stuff. And unfortunately, if Stephany is as good at acting as she is about making time for me, than I'm going to forget what fun is. I know a videocamera is totally a waste of money for me. So I'm hoping that I get over it before I see one for sale.
My codesk (aka bedstand) is already in shambles. What a shame. What a mess. I suppose I should tidy it up a bit, but I'm kinda going through this freaky stage.
I suppose it would be more freaky if my room were clean, though.
If my parents hadn't asked me to vacuum twenty times I might even do that.
About this freaky thing I'm going through: today I from my own will watched Birdman in Alcatraz and I was so into it. Anyone else watching would have been so bored. Yesterday I bought a clown and a blue mirror that said HELP.
Need any more proof?
It's okay with me, though. I only spent about ten bucks, so it's not that expensive of a phase. There's at least one more thing that I need to buy and that's some dice. I need to glue them onto my phonepad. I might also need some white-out and a black marker to make the zero, seven, eight, and nine.
It's amazing what an hour of Daria can do to you. My post-Daria symdrome can sometimes last up to a few hours.
What a shame. . . I can't even hack into my own computer. Well, I usually can, but this time I just can't steal these pictures from this one program. Argh.
I'm not being selfish. I'm NOT being selfish. If anything I'm not being selfish. If I am then it's about time. I'm doing it for other people so they can see what they've been missing. And I've been missing.
Okay, can I just make one thing clear?
Thanks, okay, so here's the thing:
I am an idiot. Can you say wasted time? BLANK is a retard. He's gross and perverted and . . . no. He probably knows that I like him, too and does he care? I can probably safely say no. I know no. I don't need to make someone notice me. That gets me nowhere. BLANK2 noticed me all on his own. Sure I had to shut him down, but I can get used to that. I'm loving it. It's like a game.
Teaser.
I find smilies extremely annoying and pride myself in not being a hypocrite.
The whole world is against me. They are just acting like they are my friends so that I feel guilty when they need cash and profit off my manners.
uh-huh.
bug bite, bug bite, ooh it burns. I just have an overwhelming need to scrrratch. . . no. nO NO!! I . . . can't. . . RESIST!!! AHHH!!!! Ahh. . . much better.
Go ahead. Raise your eyebrows if you can. Roll your eyes if you can't. This is my one. My only. My pride. This is me. be suprised. Be bored. Be amused. Be addicted. Just be yourself because that's what I am and everyone should be like me. (AHH resist the smiley urge!!)
I'm thinking of developing a dice phetish. And I like fetish better with a 'ph'
Would you leave me ALONE!! Freak! The door is closed for a REASON!! I like being by myself, thank you very much. Shoot, and they wonder why I LOCK it. freaks.
Yes, I am bored. I am actually bored.
I'm never bored but now I am bored.
That's the number one reason I want to move is to get friends. Evne though I know it won't be that easy. Becuase if I move, girls will like Carolyn better than me because she's older but Carol probably won't like them because she's that way but I will because I like almost everyone so I'll be feeling left out and Carolyn will be feeling bored and not liking them.
That's my little prediction.
Well, i gotta hit the sack, I'm forgetting to capitolize, I'm spelling wrong, doing run-on sentences, and thrying to think of another readon to go to sleep. Ahh yes, I'm tired. Of course. Good night.
