my day in a box..
Mar. 19th, 2003 02:38 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
transomwhiplassToday was completely wasted.. ahh.. alas.
I spent a large amount of time at Newgrounds rating movies, etc. I got to Level 4 (woo!) and assisted in blamming 12 and saving like.. 5 or something. I feel special.. also very scary for lurking around that place for an hour or so.
Anyway, we are leaving tomorrow, it's going to be a nightmare. My mom wants to leave at 5 for reasons beyond me, its not like we are in a hurry. Our reservation isn't till Thursday, meaning we have one evening for what we will to spend in Louisiana or Mississippi. Godddddd, I don't want to go on vacation.
I feel bad for anyone who doesn't have brothers, seriously. You have no idea how much you miss. Where I got ripped off in the sister department and was granted a witch (though she didn't start that way), I seriously lucked out with Anthony and John, or as I am now calling them, Pocket and Puppet, no, I do not know why.
Since his birthday, mind you, Monday, Anthony seems to have grown about 4 inches, is no longer dressing like a hobo child, has gained 2 shoe sizes, and has aquired a mild perviness only to be expected from an adolescent boy. It's quite frightening.
John has almost more CDs than I do and has all of the Sum 41, Blink 182, Linkin Park, New Found Glory albums on top of others. He has a skate board and he talks to girls from school online. He is being the rebel Anthony isn't.
Combined, I am almost brought to tears thinking of how much they've grown. Good boys.. soon to be good men. That is so corny, but very true.
Annnnnyway, enough of that. I'm Über sleepy but desire a shower first. Anthony, the amazingly hygenic, is hogging the bathroom. Ack! ~_~;; That is my one complaint. My brothers are very clean, extraordinarily. They hog the bathroom and the soap and for some reason think they need lots of conditioner. Blah. Aren't boys supposed to be like, "Clean... what is this word you speak of????" Maybe I'm wrong.. but I was raised on TV. Oh well.
Still no idea where Anthony is going to school. I don't know anything about St. Thomas except that some girls think they are kinder and more considerate, some mumbling about appreciating girls when they see them. From Strake, all I hear is bitching and moaning about how Ms. So-and-So is such a bitch and Mr. Dude's class is impossible. Is this true found anger or just the usual whines about school sucking in general. I am curious. My mom thinks Mr. Peri should "come to our house and tapdance on the table to get Anthony to go to Strake." I told her if Mr. Peri gets within one mile of our house I will go on a murderous rampage or something similar. He is so scary, he is like.. the reason NOT to go to Strake in my mind.
In other news, it bothers me how a very old former friend has become a super tramp. I wonder what would have happened if events were different and maybe we were still friends.
Today I felt very not designer-ish, I had troubling qualms like Graphic Design is something I really don't want to do. Maybe I should play safe and be an accountant or a lawyer, I'm a liquid, I can be happy in almost any environment. There are several careers that make me shudder, but very few majors that I doubt I could handle. The exception there is English and/or anything involving writing. I hate English, I hate writing, I want to do as little as possible.
What troubles me is how at first I thought, whoa! this is great! narrowing my college choices since so few have all the programs I want. Now I'm feeling.. eep! wtf am I doing, I don't know if I want this.. what if I would have really loved being someplace else.. its so stressful. Again, I stress my displeasure at having to make some of the most important decisions of my life while I am emotionally and hormonally unstable, completely confused, bored, tired, and run down. In many to most cases, people don't trust teenagers to make important decisions, why would they let them make this very important one. Heyyy.. as soon as I'm done with the adolescence hurdle and that other stressful crap that makes things worse, maybe then I will be up to decide my future. Honestly, right now I don't trust myself to make a good decision and truthfully, I see myself as some sort of fuck up who can't make up her mind on the tiniest things.
Anyway, I bet Anthony is done pretty-fying himself. Sometimes he reminds me of Legolas in the Very Secret Diaries, haha. Yeah.. so I'm half asleep and still wrinting. That is why this is rambly and makes no sense and stuff. Ok.. goodnight. I'll be back Sunday night, pray I will not be a raving bitch if you care about me. I can be sucha pessimistic poo head sometimes. As well as immature and dumb. Maybe I can manage to "pull my head out of my ass" so to speak and manage to have a little good ol' fashioned family fun, always the dream.. always the dream. Yes yes.. bed time now for this silly little girl.
I spent a large amount of time at Newgrounds rating movies, etc. I got to Level 4 (woo!) and assisted in blamming 12 and saving like.. 5 or something. I feel special.. also very scary for lurking around that place for an hour or so.
Anyway, we are leaving tomorrow, it's going to be a nightmare. My mom wants to leave at 5 for reasons beyond me, its not like we are in a hurry. Our reservation isn't till Thursday, meaning we have one evening for what we will to spend in Louisiana or Mississippi. Godddddd, I don't want to go on vacation.
I feel bad for anyone who doesn't have brothers, seriously. You have no idea how much you miss. Where I got ripped off in the sister department and was granted a witch (though she didn't start that way), I seriously lucked out with Anthony and John, or as I am now calling them, Pocket and Puppet, no, I do not know why.
Since his birthday, mind you, Monday, Anthony seems to have grown about 4 inches, is no longer dressing like a hobo child, has gained 2 shoe sizes, and has aquired a mild perviness only to be expected from an adolescent boy. It's quite frightening.
John has almost more CDs than I do and has all of the Sum 41, Blink 182, Linkin Park, New Found Glory albums on top of others. He has a skate board and he talks to girls from school online. He is being the rebel Anthony isn't.
Combined, I am almost brought to tears thinking of how much they've grown. Good boys.. soon to be good men. That is so corny, but very true.
Annnnnyway, enough of that. I'm Über sleepy but desire a shower first. Anthony, the amazingly hygenic, is hogging the bathroom. Ack! ~_~;; That is my one complaint. My brothers are very clean, extraordinarily. They hog the bathroom and the soap and for some reason think they need lots of conditioner. Blah. Aren't boys supposed to be like, "Clean... what is this word you speak of????" Maybe I'm wrong.. but I was raised on TV. Oh well.
Still no idea where Anthony is going to school. I don't know anything about St. Thomas except that some girls think they are kinder and more considerate, some mumbling about appreciating girls when they see them. From Strake, all I hear is bitching and moaning about how Ms. So-and-So is such a bitch and Mr. Dude's class is impossible. Is this true found anger or just the usual whines about school sucking in general. I am curious. My mom thinks Mr. Peri should "come to our house and tapdance on the table to get Anthony to go to Strake." I told her if Mr. Peri gets within one mile of our house I will go on a murderous rampage or something similar. He is so scary, he is like.. the reason NOT to go to Strake in my mind.
In other news, it bothers me how a very old former friend has become a super tramp. I wonder what would have happened if events were different and maybe we were still friends.
Today I felt very not designer-ish, I had troubling qualms like Graphic Design is something I really don't want to do. Maybe I should play safe and be an accountant or a lawyer, I'm a liquid, I can be happy in almost any environment. There are several careers that make me shudder, but very few majors that I doubt I could handle. The exception there is English and/or anything involving writing. I hate English, I hate writing, I want to do as little as possible.
What troubles me is how at first I thought, whoa! this is great! narrowing my college choices since so few have all the programs I want. Now I'm feeling.. eep! wtf am I doing, I don't know if I want this.. what if I would have really loved being someplace else.. its so stressful. Again, I stress my displeasure at having to make some of the most important decisions of my life while I am emotionally and hormonally unstable, completely confused, bored, tired, and run down. In many to most cases, people don't trust teenagers to make important decisions, why would they let them make this very important one. Heyyy.. as soon as I'm done with the adolescence hurdle and that other stressful crap that makes things worse, maybe then I will be up to decide my future. Honestly, right now I don't trust myself to make a good decision and truthfully, I see myself as some sort of fuck up who can't make up her mind on the tiniest things.
Anyway, I bet Anthony is done pretty-fying himself. Sometimes he reminds me of Legolas in the Very Secret Diaries, haha. Yeah.. so I'm half asleep and still wrinting. That is why this is rambly and makes no sense and stuff. Ok.. goodnight. I'll be back Sunday night, pray I will not be a raving bitch if you care about me. I can be sucha pessimistic poo head sometimes. As well as immature and dumb. Maybe I can manage to "pull my head out of my ass" so to speak and manage to have a little good ol' fashioned family fun, always the dream.. always the dream. Yes yes.. bed time now for this silly little girl.
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I guess I was just wondering if you design web pages for anyone who asks, or if you do it for only friends?? You must have people asking you all the time! So I apologize in advance if you're swamped. :)
Write back please... thank you so much,
Jackie