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Urgh.. some simple sentences.
Sep. 7th, 2003 11:37 pmMy stomach hurts.
I'm not sure if all my homework is done.
My assignments have not been magically appearing in my book like last year.
I might be behind on my reading.
This weekend felt wasted.
I feel like such a goody-goody.
I picked up trash when Ms. Schiro walked by.
Mr. Howard thanked me.
Stephanie molested some hula girl centerpieces.
She violated me by trying to push me into the middle of the dancing and by pouring water on me.
She stole my fucking boots and wore them to TWO parties WITHOUT asking me.
I just asked if I could keep them in her locker cos' my fish didn't want to wear them and a) I couldn't put them in mine because my drawing tablet was in their. b) She has 2 lockers for some reason.
I didn't pick them up because a) I was looking for my fish & worrying about Mr. H yelling at me for being late for orchestra (he did yell at Pam & Her for being late) and b) I couldn't remember which number her lockers were; just the vicinity.
You don't wear people's shoes without asking them.
I was going to wear those to the dance.
They made her that much taller than me; tall is almost all I have left next to my perfect record.
Both of those were threatened this week.
I got a Coach bag today, I feel like a total yuppy. With my phone, keys, and wallet.. I don't have something big enough/want something big. I kind of wanted a GAP hobo tote but those will be out soon and Coach is forever(so they say). Yeah, Niki will cry.. a cow was sacrificed so I could tote meaningless possesions. It matches like 90% of my shoes though, in some fashion. It goes with my closet. 'Shall be functional.
I finished my gradated scale (to some what satisfaction) only to find a nasty red line had some how gotten onto my ungraded perspective drawing. It isn't coming out right; I need to use the electric eraser.
Nordstrom's Cafe's Caesar salad dressing is too dijon-y for my tastes.
Niki's hair is so cute.
I'm back to my mentality of thursday as far as people I like and people I am angry with.
I do not want to go to school tomorrow.
I want to go to Rice more than ever; it would be so good for me.
Architecture would be so good for me.
Going to the Galleria made me feel so ahead of the trends, lol; Converse All-Stars are all that I wore for about 4 years. I was totally in on the retro pop art thing 2 years ago. 2 words: pleated skirts. Urban Outfitters is now selling my "Ready Made" magazine which is so neat.
I bought birthday presents today.
I'm getting anxious about finishing work.
I took a 3 hour nap and I am now wide awake and ready to plow through it.
I'm not sure if all my homework is done.
My assignments have not been magically appearing in my book like last year.
I might be behind on my reading.
This weekend felt wasted.
I feel like such a goody-goody.
I picked up trash when Ms. Schiro walked by.
Mr. Howard thanked me.
Stephanie molested some hula girl centerpieces.
She violated me by trying to push me into the middle of the dancing and by pouring water on me.
She stole my fucking boots and wore them to TWO parties WITHOUT asking me.
I just asked if I could keep them in her locker cos' my fish didn't want to wear them and a) I couldn't put them in mine because my drawing tablet was in their. b) She has 2 lockers for some reason.
I didn't pick them up because a) I was looking for my fish & worrying about Mr. H yelling at me for being late for orchestra (he did yell at Pam & Her for being late) and b) I couldn't remember which number her lockers were; just the vicinity.
You don't wear people's shoes without asking them.
I was going to wear those to the dance.
They made her that much taller than me; tall is almost all I have left next to my perfect record.
Both of those were threatened this week.
I got a Coach bag today, I feel like a total yuppy. With my phone, keys, and wallet.. I don't have something big enough/want something big. I kind of wanted a GAP hobo tote but those will be out soon and Coach is forever(so they say). Yeah, Niki will cry.. a cow was sacrificed so I could tote meaningless possesions. It matches like 90% of my shoes though, in some fashion. It goes with my closet. 'Shall be functional.
I finished my gradated scale (to some what satisfaction) only to find a nasty red line had some how gotten onto my ungraded perspective drawing. It isn't coming out right; I need to use the electric eraser.
Nordstrom's Cafe's Caesar salad dressing is too dijon-y for my tastes.
Niki's hair is so cute.
I'm back to my mentality of thursday as far as people I like and people I am angry with.
I do not want to go to school tomorrow.
I want to go to Rice more than ever; it would be so good for me.
Architecture would be so good for me.
Going to the Galleria made me feel so ahead of the trends, lol; Converse All-Stars are all that I wore for about 4 years. I was totally in on the retro pop art thing 2 years ago. 2 words: pleated skirts. Urban Outfitters is now selling my "Ready Made" magazine which is so neat.
I bought birthday presents today.
I'm getting anxious about finishing work.
I took a 3 hour nap and I am now wide awake and ready to plow through it.
