See, I wasn't looking where I was going, so I drove my bike right off the curb by mistake. Now I'm bleeding like a lot (or at least I used to be) and it HURTS!!! Will I have to go to orchestra wearing shorts? Dang.
Still pissed at the parents not wanting me to listen to music. Still pissed that the parents think I'm gay. Still pissed I fell down on the sidewalk. Still pissed at the Xmen for being so dang dramatic all the time. Still pissed at Sungmin (my youngest brother) for being sick and infecting everything he touches including the sofa and the laptop. Still pissed that my shirt doesn't fit right and I like like a donkey. STILL PISSED ABOUT EVERYTHING!!!!!!
Dang it.
I wanna go to orchestra tonight, but I don't want to too. I know, that makes no sense, but for some reason, I don't wanna go right now. Maybe because I'm afraid my dream boy isn't actually as dreamy as I thought? I have a huge crush on one of the cellists in my orchestra. He's really cute, and looks like a baby doggie, so I call him The Puppy. He seems nice from what I've seen, but he really isn't much of a conversationalist. Last week I sat next to him to talk, and all he said was "Hi"! And he doesn't respond to my oh-so-excellent flirting!!! What's with him anyway? Dude got no social skills? I'm not really slutty, but I do love flirting with every boy I see, because... well, I just do. It's fun, and it really makes someone's day a little brighter when someone flirts with you. (Not that it's really ever happened to me-much) (Well, it did, but mostly from a boy who may or may not be gay, so it doesn't really count, now does it.) Also, there are about a million hot guys in my orchestra I can't wait to get to know! One of them is half Korean! ♥ but he plays trumpet, so I don't know how I'll ever get up to talk to him, or what my excuse will be. "Hi, sweetie! I think you're really hot! I know you don't know even my name, but do you wanna go out with me?" Yeah, that would work sooooo well. There's a really hot Korean boy sitting right next to me, and I used to talk to him a little, but he's kind of popular, and I'm afraid to talk to him a lot. Cause he's so cute, you know. I really feel like I don't deserve to talk to anyone, cause they don't like me, and they're all better than me anyhow. This may be true, but it really is no excuse for being miserable, so I should snap out of it and talk to my friends without being shy. I'm not very popular, but I do have some friends, and several people who say hi to me, and suchlike. (Is suchlike even a word?)
(Btw, "suchlike" isn't underlined in Spellcheck, and "slutty" is. What's the world coming to?)
I think my knees are hurting a little less now, but I can't be sure. Maybe I should wear a skirt to orchestra instead of shorts. I really do like skirts, as they're pretty and comfy, but they generally don't have pockets, which is annoying. ALso, they have the tendency to fly up and show one's panties, which can be a little embarassing if there is a boy present. I'm kind of a girlie girl I guess, liking pink and makeup and boys and all. In Ada (small town in Ohio where I lived for the first nine years of my life) I would have been appalled by my Barbie-like-ness. Actually, that was more in the Rental House (as Kitty and I so cleverly put it) where we lived for a year when we'd first moved to California. I was obsessed with the Amazons from Greek Mythology, and I would frequently dress up in short skirts and tops, waving around homemade bows, arrows, spears, and swords (usually made out of the all purpose sticks that dropped from our trees) and shout battle cries, thus alarming the neighbors who lived below us on the hill. (We were at the top of the hill).
Dad just came in, so I'm doing the old clear the screen trick, and pushing f=ll so nothing appears on the screen. It still types. I am indeed a computer genius. (laugh)
Note that it probably won't work on your computer, though.
Oh dang, my knees are hurting like fxck now, because I just went and changed the bird's food. I also have to hang up the laundry. It may be heroic and noble to not tell anyone it hurts, but it's deleterious in the long run, as you get swamped with chores.
I really should go hang up the laundry before Kitty comes back from hula class. Maybe mom will grant me mercy and let me not have to do anything else.
I don't really mind hanging up the laundry, because we hang it on the balcony of our house (the shame!) and it's one of the few places I can still sing undisturbed. (I mean that I'm undisturbed, not the neighbors, who have patiently and kindly put up with an earful from me several times a day.) (Sometimes I paint my nails up there too, and I sing while it's drying, to time it. One Kelly Clarkson song, one Rihanna song, one Avril Lavigne song, and Viva La Vida will harden even the most persistent gloppy coat.)
I need to go now, because Dad just woke up, and probably wants the computer, even though he is currently eating lunch. Parents. Can't live with em. (Especially if they are your best friend's parents, and not your own).
xoxoxo~h&earts;
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