just found my old ‘dork’ wallet from my goth stage. it says ‘dork’ on the front. and found twenty dollahs in it :D! HELL YEAH!
also found my old gpa and ranking slip in it. totally graduated with a 97.5254 and 29th out of 594. HELL YEAH!
documentation of trip to san antonio by myself:
started out at around 2:19pm
4 dead animals in the first hour
tried tae yang and discovered that i do not like how campy happy the first part of the Solar album is
got lost in sweetwater for about 30min when i turned back onto the freeway instead of staying on the access road. basically drove through the entire town -_-.
5 dead animals in the second hour
got fucking scared outside of winters. cop car was going north and i was going south, we crossed, then cop car turned around and put his lights on, flipped my shit because i was going the speed limit and the only bad thing about my car is that my inspection sticker is like… five months past due :[ and i thought he saw it, then the cop pulled the person behind me over.
overload of sour patch kids watermelon
something like 3 dead skunks in a row
crazy asshole in a mitsubishi galant with his crazy ugly friend. speed up, slow down, speed up, slow down, i passed him, he passed me, i passed him, he passed me at like 80mph and was gone.
stopped in ballinger for gas while it was still light out
got dark on the two-lane road :[
overload of peanut m&m’s
stopped in junction for a mini-break
coke and salt & vinegar pringles
saw taco cabana on I-10 — knew i was home
got back to the house at about 8:45pm
successful drive by myself. i didn’t even fall asleep at the wheel. like i have every other time.
rest of monday: too fucking tired to wake up before 3pm
packed tuesday; too late to leave town
got shit together; ran errands; got ready to leave; took 5hr energy shot; phone is out of service due to late payment [thank you, father, for always forgetting to pay the bills when i need the phone the most]; mental breakdown
crawled back into bed with jeffrey while still crying; can’t sleep because of energy shot
yes, most of the stress is my own fault for procrastinating until the last minute. it still sucks. i’d probably be even more stressed if jeffrey had not been around. on the bright side, my grades turned out pretty well:
piano III: A
voice lessons: A- [first A since my second semester when i got two horrible teachers in a row]
early music ensemble: A+
music, mysticism, and magic: A- [the graduate seminar i did the website-that-took-forever-to-make for]
music for children: B+ [if i had turned in everything on time… totally would have gotten an A+; my method paper was ba]
so grateful that i got through this semester.
in other news, a ‘friend’ of mine just got engaged. they are probably the most ordinary, uninteresting couple ever. both extremely attractive, but boring. …except when She’s a bitch. She once told b that she was a mean person. yes, b can be quite blunt, but b, unlike She, will not be a bitch to your face. to give you an idea, She once made fun of e’s hat to b, then said to e immediately after: your hat is outrageous! right, b’s a bitch and you’re not. anyway. i’m slightly jealous -_-, because even though my man is a million times more interesting and fun to be around and just generally better in every single way, i still want to get married pronto. or at least engaged. or idk, maybe i just want to have my badass wedding before anyone else so they can’t say i stole any ideas from them. because it always just so happens that my ideas on fashion, hair, general shit show up in everyone else’s lives before i can actually make it happen for myself. example: jumper i wanted forever, but never got because i wouldn’t spend $80+ on it: someone else got it for $20, then plastered it all over the internet while talking about how cheap she got it for. i’m really upset, can you tell? so with my luck, this chick’ll probably choose a dress similar to the one i want, the color scheme i want, the location i want, the music, blahblahblah, and when i have mine, all they’ll [everyone in general] talk about is how much my wedding reminds them of She’s. and of course, She’ll make some snide remark about it all. as she often does to me. make snide remarks about things in general, i mean.
also, i hate hate hatehateahskdjfasdlf when girls, one in particular, have all this money to blow on everything they want [as is clear by the fact that they hate to admit they ‘recycle’ their clothes. bitch what’s wrong with wearing the same item of clothing more than once? that’s what normal people do. oh right, i still haven’t seen you wear the same item of clothing more than once. ever.] and then they still happen to find all of the awesome shit i’ve been wanting for cheapcheapcheap and then add in their friends’ discounts. wth :[ leave some sale stuff for the poor people. like me. bitch.
and i really hate when chicks think they can dig on my man. he may not be able to tell you’re flirting with him, but i can. i know what you’re doing. if your way of ‘just being friendly/nice’ is by way of flirting, find some other dude to hit on. i will fuck. you. up. like this one chick, ‘like, omg, thanks for being so nice to me all of the time, your compliments really make me feel good. you’re so hot. if i wasn’t six years older than you [right bitch, like that’s a legit excuse. that’s like saying ‘i would really love chocolate if i wasn’t fat.’ you still love chocolate, admit it.], i’d totally be jealous of roxanne. too bad we don’t get to hang out too much, your dad says we’re kindred spirits, we’d probably have a really good time.’ and honestly, that’s pretty much what she has said. also, she texted him around midnight one time, and then made comments about how she doesn’t mind him texting her late at night. rly, bitch? that’s not suggestive at all. nope, you are so sly.
i’m just upset. i don’t hate She, i just don’t like her very much. i don’t really want to get engaged pronto, though i wouldn’t mind it. that’s not something i want to rush him into. when he wants to propose, he can do it whenever. just not thanksgiving or christmas. too cliché. and when we have our wedding, i won’t bother inviting the people i don’t really want there that will probably make all of those rude remarks. i don’t hate rich girl, i’m just jealous that she’s got da monay and i don’t. she’s pretty cool. when she’s not hinting that she’s upset that jeffrey’s dating me [which i’m actually not exaggerating about]. and that chick that texts jeffrey late at night? i know i have nothing to worry about, in terms of losing my man to her. i guess i just don’t like it when girls think it’s okay to flirt with a taken man like the girlfriend won’t keep him satisfied for long.
tonight has been retardedly long. i wish it wasn’t 5 in the morning :[ because i have to leave for san antonio in a few hours and i’m REALLY SAD that i have to leave jeffrey behind. …i might stay another night. because i’m so tired it’s stupid. and because i miss him already :[[[[[[. why yes, i am attached. but at least i finished my project. finally. took me long enough. anyway, my website, though probably filled with crap that doesn’t make sense, looks freaking awesome. have a look!:
currently fucking excited that my new coat came in the mail the other day. I used to hate fur, but i think i’m okay with it now. just as long as it’s fake. i don’t think i could deal with wearing real fur. anyway, picked up this warm, furry thing from American Eagle last week during the black friday madness. fits pretty well, except in the waist (tad too loose). warm yumminess for the cold winter.