Wow, Texas wasn't that bad. I could have dealt without the family bullshit, but San Antonio really is a beautiful city and I enjoyed it. I shot about 7 rolls of film and got some stuff I'm pretty happy with. I'm getting better at photography, not as good as I'd like to be, but I finally feel like I'm getting the hang of it. I added a few of my pics to the San Antonio folder.
lebonk and I made a pizza to end all pizzas. Tofu, onions, and slices of avocado. Then we gorged while watching Anchorman, followed by videos of Glassjaw and Dillinger Escape Plan shows. Yes, I love hanging out with that kid.
My first exam for biology was so. fucking. easy. I'm thrilled, this is going to be an easy class and I'll FINALLY finish the program and get my massage lisence at the end of summer. Also I think my biology teacher is gay. He's adorable.
I want a girlfriend.
I want a new tattoo.
I want to stop worrying about all the money I need, I want everyone who owes me hundreds of dollars to pay me back and quit being dickholes to me. I want to pay off all the debts that are rotting in collections and destroying my credit rating, so that I don't have to live in some shithole apartment because of bad credit.
I want to get rid of most of the stuff I own. I have way too much stuff. Internet yardsale forthcoming.
Til next time,
lebonk and I made a pizza to end all pizzas. Tofu, onions, and slices of avocado. Then we gorged while watching Anchorman, followed by videos of Glassjaw and Dillinger Escape Plan shows. Yes, I love hanging out with that kid.
My first exam for biology was so. fucking. easy. I'm thrilled, this is going to be an easy class and I'll FINALLY finish the program and get my massage lisence at the end of summer. Also I think my biology teacher is gay. He's adorable.
I want a girlfriend.
I want a new tattoo.
I want to stop worrying about all the money I need, I want everyone who owes me hundreds of dollars to pay me back and quit being dickholes to me. I want to pay off all the debts that are rotting in collections and destroying my credit rating, so that I don't have to live in some shithole apartment because of bad credit.
I want to get rid of most of the stuff I own. I have way too much stuff. Internet yardsale forthcoming.
Til next time,
Freshly back from the nightmare that was NC, I now depart for 4 days to Ye Olde Texas. That's right, I'm being hauled off to the last state I'd ever willingly visit. My uncle, whom I am entirely less-than-fond of, is remarrying in San Antonio. I've met his fiancee once at Christmas, she seemed fine, but her mother is a fanatical Southern Baptist who won't allow booze to be served at her 40-something daugher's wedding. So I'm bringing my shiny new flask and spiking the apple cider. Fuck that shit. I'll need alcohol. Long-distance travel with my large family is agonizing. My uncle is a douche. Texas is the gate to hell.
JOY. I'M HAPPY, SEE?
We leave in 6 hours and I haven't packed yet.
JOY. I'M HAPPY, SEE?
We leave in 6 hours and I haven't packed yet.
AIM convo with my sister.
sister: ...what the hell is emo!?!??!?!?!?!?!
sister: I have yet to solve that mystery!
me: eh, google it or something
sister: 1. Emo
Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle.
::sniff sniff:: "The Demise of the Siberian Traintracks of Our Rusty Forgotten Unblemished Love" sounds like it would make a great emo band name. ::cry::
me: that's pretty much accurate
sister: haha
sister: ...what the hell is emo!?!??!?!?!?!?!
sister: I have yet to solve that mystery!
me: eh, google it or something
sister: 1. Emo
Genre of softcore punk music that integrates unenthusiastic melodramatic 17 year olds who dont smile, high pitched overwrought lyrics and inaudible guitar rifts with tight wool sweaters, tighter jeans, itchy scarfs (even in the summer), ripped chucks with favorite bands signature, black square rimmed glasses, and ebony greasy unwashed hair that is required to cover at least 3/5 ths of the face at an angle.
::sniff sniff:: "The Demise of the Siberian Traintracks of Our Rusty Forgotten Unblemished Love" sounds like it would make a great emo band name. ::cry::
me: that's pretty much accurate
sister: haha
The lip ring is no more. It's not worth the bullshit I was getting flung at me. I loved it though. I'll get it redone when I move out. Which hopefull will be soon.
NC was eventful... and not in a good way. Shortly after crossing the state line, I rear ended my sister's car with my mom's that I was driving. She and I were fine, and the cars still ran fine, but they were pretty smashed up. It was entirely my fault, and I'm now out $1,000 because there is a $500 deductible on each car. JOY.
After a day at her new place we went to check out the beach. She parked in a no-parking zone with about 5 large signs making it very clear her car would be towed if she parked there. I pointed them out, and she rolled her eyes and asked if I "really believed" someone would actually do anything about her car being there. I did, but we went to the beach anyway. Upon walking back to the car, we saw it being towed off, with our phones, wallets, and keys inside. I was furious, and she was angry at me for being furious. She went into a restaraunt and they were kind enough to let her use their phone and yellow pages to find a cab. We stood in the blazing sun for 20 minutes til the cab arrived. She paid $200 to get her car from the towing company.
For the rest of the week she and I were under each other's skin, except for a brief drunken trip to Wal-Mart at 11:30 at night to buy patio furniture. That was a blast. It was about the only fun part of the trip. The rest of the time was so miserable that we came back early. She said I ruined her trip, which is basically true, and I feel bad.
I had a lot of time to think on that 7 hour drive. But that will get an entry all its own.
NC was eventful... and not in a good way. Shortly after crossing the state line, I rear ended my sister's car with my mom's that I was driving. She and I were fine, and the cars still ran fine, but they were pretty smashed up. It was entirely my fault, and I'm now out $1,000 because there is a $500 deductible on each car. JOY.
After a day at her new place we went to check out the beach. She parked in a no-parking zone with about 5 large signs making it very clear her car would be towed if she parked there. I pointed them out, and she rolled her eyes and asked if I "really believed" someone would actually do anything about her car being there. I did, but we went to the beach anyway. Upon walking back to the car, we saw it being towed off, with our phones, wallets, and keys inside. I was furious, and she was angry at me for being furious. She went into a restaraunt and they were kind enough to let her use their phone and yellow pages to find a cab. We stood in the blazing sun for 20 minutes til the cab arrived. She paid $200 to get her car from the towing company.
For the rest of the week she and I were under each other's skin, except for a brief drunken trip to Wal-Mart at 11:30 at night to buy patio furniture. That was a blast. It was about the only fun part of the trip. The rest of the time was so miserable that we came back early. She said I ruined her trip, which is basically true, and I feel bad.
I had a lot of time to think on that 7 hour drive. But that will get an entry all its own.
I'll be in NC all this week, helping my sister move. I wasn't really looking forward to the trip, but after yesterday, I can't say I'm sorry to be going.
We're more than an hour late getting on the road. I need to go get breakfast. Leave me something nice for when I get back.
We're more than an hour late getting on the road. I need to go get breakfast. Leave me something nice for when I get back.
I just coped and pasted my post from the "My mom hates my body mods" group:
my dad just saw my new lip ring. he threw his fork across the room, kicked the cat, and told me I was mutilating myself and that piercings are a sign of low self-esteem and a sign that "something is wrong." then he stormed out of the room. I thought he was going to hit me. scary shit. after he calmed down a bit I tried to explain about piercings and why they're okay and that my self-esteem was fine, but he just shook his head and sighed.
It really sucks being modified and not being able to share the joy it gives me with my parents.
here is a less-than-flattering picture of me with the new jewelry:
my dad just saw my new lip ring. he threw his fork across the room, kicked the cat, and told me I was mutilating myself and that piercings are a sign of low self-esteem and a sign that "something is wrong." then he stormed out of the room. I thought he was going to hit me. scary shit. after he calmed down a bit I tried to explain about piercings and why they're okay and that my self-esteem was fine, but he just shook his head and sighed.
It really sucks being modified and not being able to share the joy it gives me with my parents.
here is a less-than-flattering picture of me with the new jewelry:
Everything I think I know about myself gets torn down and remodeled on a regular basis.
Hitchhiker's Guide Movie was fucking awesome.
Star Wars III trailer made the movie seem pretty damn appealing. Maybe they got it right on the thrid try. I hope Jar Jar isn't in this one.
I thoroughly enjoy being single. I enjoy being a Sagittarius. I enjoy raw honey on toast with peanut butter.
It's a beautiful day.
Star Wars III trailer made the movie seem pretty damn appealing. Maybe they got it right on the thrid try. I hope Jar Jar isn't in this one.
I thoroughly enjoy being single. I enjoy being a Sagittarius. I enjoy raw honey on toast with peanut butter.
It's a beautiful day.
