tricks

oh my god.

I feel like I loser on myspace. If anyone has it will they please add me to their friends list so I won't be such A LOSER PLEASE

oh please oh please to myspace misha happiness!

I got my eyes checked today. And the eyedoctor dilated my pupils and then shone a light in my eye that must have been a little tiny sun attached to her weird helmet hat thing. I really didn't think that the whole dilating thing would be a big deal but holy hell. I could only really focus when I closed one eye and held whatever I was trying to focus on armslegnth away. I must have looked beyond foolish on the streetcar trying to figure out my cd player.
Allie came over shortly after and asked if she could borrow my suitcase when she went to California and then asked if I knew where JoAnn was. I didn't know the answer to either really.

the following exchange took place between me and my sister:
me: I'm going to watch a dvd, do you want me to wait for you?
debbie: you're not watching it on the third floor...
me: why not?
debbie: I'm sick!
me: you're doing a crossword and eating pudding! I'm going to watch a dvd on the third floor!
debbie: just watch it in the basement!
me: Michael and his friends are down there!
debbie: they're awake, I hear the tv
me: Michael just walked by in his boxers... I'm watching it on the third floor and when you're done the crossword and when you're finished your pudding you come up and we'll talk about who's sick.

then I watched part of a dvd but my eyes were hurting even though I was wearing sunglasses. So I did what I always do to pass time. Napped.

I was going to wake up to get my tattoo touched up but then I decided against it because sleep was so fucking glorious. I woke up eventually and made a bagel with margarine and jam in my underwear and tank top. My mom came home from something and freaked out that I would be around the house in just underwear and a tank top when my brother and sister and various friends etc. were hanging around. But fuck that. I wanted my motherfucking bagel and jam and margarine.

THEN. I went out with Danielle. And I was ON TIME and SO WAS SHE. We went to Cafe Crepe and got duh. Crepes. And then we went to Urban Outfitters and put on jackets and were like. MOD SQUAD shit and all that. It was pretty funny because we don't usually go to clothes stores to hang out. But I guess that Urban Outfitters ends up having all sorts of stupid people like us chill in it to waste time.
we decided after that that it was time for Second Dinner and went to Fran's. We got a big breakfast and ate most of it. That I guess was weird because we had already both eaten a crepe. Whatevs. We stayed around there for a while and then we walked down to Queen St and I got on the subway and she went to the bus stop.

the following exchange took place between me and my sister

me: are you using the internet or can I use it on my laptop?
debbie: I'm not using it
me: okay, I'll take it then
debbie: if you're going to take it can you at least put it back tonight so we don't all have to wait for you to wake up?
me: yes I can
debbie: okay, because it was REALLY annoying this morning
me: if someone had woken me up earlier I would have put the net back
debbie: riiiiight.
me: why do you have to be so fucking passive aggressive like that? If anyone was polite in waking me up I would more than happily oblige to them. Especially if it was something that I was supposed to have done and or said that I WOULD.
debbie: well you're NEVER agreeable when you wake up, no matter HOW you're woken up
me: that's SO NOT TRUE. If someone knocks and asks me nicely to do something then I will. Besides, the internet doesn't need me to be agreeable, especially reconnecting it
debbie: sure misha.

I guess that she can't really be held responsible for her actions / words though because she's "sick".