|I hate Jesus day.
||[Sep. 23rd, 2007|08:36 pm]
Basically all i got out of my forced visits to church and then youth group was coffee, tea, a slurpee, and the experience of seeing a girl solve a rubix cube in under 2 minutes. O_o At church, I was the weird girl sitting with her mom and at youth group I was the weird girl sitting alone on a couch sipping strawberry banana slurpee and fiddling with the rubix cube. Everyone else there knew each other and were completely absorbed in their own themness, so only one girl talked to me and she has ADHD and is a bit annoying. I think that they all had a magical Jesus bond which allowed them to automatically relate and converse with each other with ease. I obviously will never have this bond. Which is fine. As long as i'm not forced to go back. Well....i don't have to go back to youth group cause my mom thought it was weird too, but i probably have to go back to church next week. |
er...We looked at a house today! It was pretty badass. I have a spaces scoped out for my room and Spooky Creations Lab...cause it's very hard to maintain a clean room when said room also has to serve as the epicenter of art fusion. So. Yeah. If my mom comes through, we might close in two weeks! O_O i know.
OH I HAVE NEWS FOR MADDY!
I'm comin' for Thanksgiving. Akward for me cause of pretend familyness, awesome for me AND you AND sarah cause of kickin' it in the hoodness. yeah.
It sounds really weird when I'm typing right now cause my computer's on the counter in my room right now and it's usually on my lap, so i'm not used to any noises besides the cute baby clicks that my keyboard squeaks out.
I haven't even started my essay and it's due tomorrow. Crap. My mom thinks i'm almost done. Oh well. I'll just be up until about 1 AM with it. I can deal. Brilliance is more likely to strike late and night, anyway. I might have a pic of me looking all presentable for Jesus day later. I actually looked mildly nice today. I mean, i don't usually look really broke down and janky or anything, but I do have a problem with looking like i don't want to steal your wallet. Lil'bit. Yes, i wore lots of black (how is that not possible?) but i looked like you would trust me to make sure your kids don't stick their fingers in sockets while you're out at dinner and then you might even pay me for it. Or something. Speaking of, i still haven't made flyers advertising the sale of my soul for boot buying money. KRAP. I should. And i should call Kroger. And get my online business in the works. And do my essay. And my chem make up work. And clean my room. And get my grandpa to fix my sewing machine. And call Susie. And....goddammit.
Okay. I must go now and create super brain throw up, fueled by Diet Pepsi and Trent Reznor. Yes.