what i think is funny is that my mother is always like, “don’t stay up too late.”
and i’m always like, “i won’t.”
but we both know that i’ll be up all night because i have not done my school work like a good little girl should. oh i am so bad.
i’m currently reading the grapes of wrath and the scarlet letter. both books for school. they are decent. it took me forever to get interested in the scarlet letter, however.
i’d rather be reading vonnegut right now, honestly, because i got some of his books for christmas and i have not had the time to read them.
and it’s just upsetting, i tell you.
the only band i’ve been listening to for the last week is the strokes. because i am the queen of trendy. THE QUEEN. i also listened to badly drawn boy a little, because that album is also in my stereo. and has been for the last week. because i have not felt the need to change anything yet.
at school we are doing this little survey thing–the senior class. and i guess it is pretty silly. you know it’s one of those things like, “smartest girl/boy” “prettiest eyes” “best personality” “best legs” “best smile” “best hair”
all that crap. i have not filled mine out yet and probably will not because i don’t know anyone well enough. however i have received three votes! one for best hair and two for best personality. and that’s just hilarious i think.
there is freezing rain tonight. i am hoping for a snow day. because really, is it that bad hoping for one day of peace? i have been having days of barbed wire crap lately. today was nice. yesterday, pure hot pepper crap. late to first hour class, flat TEMPORARY TIRE THAT WAS PUT IN PLACE OF A FLAT TIRE, ten minutes late to class after lunch because i went home (on the way i passed my mom and took her car and left her with mine in the parking lot of my dad’s work), woke up early to finish up a paper, went home at lunch to print off a part i forgot, had to reprint the whole paper three times because of problems, typed up my title page (THE WHOLE REASON I WENT HOME IN THE FIRST PLACE) , AND THEN I LEFT THE DAMN TITLE PAGE AT HOME!
so my teacher has some mercy on me and says that if i have it to her by the end of the day then she will not take points off. so i was sitting in class trying to think up some plan of how to sneak into the computer lab and print something off without having to pay for my page and manage all that in four minutes between classes. oh and also i started crying because i am a baby when i have a steady succession of days of ass. but it all worked out, i got the page done at the end of the hour because we had spare time. and that’s when my day began to get better.
work has been sucky lately too, but i guess i’ll just have to grin and bear it until i’m all ‘grown up’. i just think it’s funny how these elderly people complain to me and i have no idea what they are talking about. it’s like everyone expects every single worker to know everything that happens. and that’s silly. because really, if i didn’t take your order you have to explain the situation to me. not just tell me that we did not give you the right food and then get irritated when i ask what you ordered, ASS WIPE.
no i am not mean, cynical, angsty, or upset at all.
i am in a nice mood right now, actually. i am hoping that school will be canceled because of the freezing rain, but i probably shouldn’t be hoping. because, really.
let me tell you kids, what i really want is a fun friend and a show to come to. there’s more shows being booked in the local concert town i mostly go to. and i’ve become friends with more people recently. well not really friends, but. something like that.
i got my senior pictures back and people who wanted one wrote their names on the back and gave them to me so i could write on them and then return them. (that is not a run on sentence at all). and i plan to write nothing sentimental.
i wrote, “insert sentimental words here. have a nice day.” on one girl’s. and she liked it because she said she was tired of all the “good luck” crap. which is funny because everyone writes dumb fake stuff. well not everyone.
i wrote something dumb on this girl’s. and she said, “tina you are a dork.” when i handed it to her. and i said, “i know.”
because i really do know. and i’ve come to terms with myself. i’ve embraced my inner dork and we’ve become good friends.
this might be the worst entry in the history of the united states of america. if it’s not, then it might be a runner up or something. but really, i’ve read some stuff a lot worse.
word of the day: CRAP