The internet is plotting against me...

I really hate this...  I have to go through a whole bunch of crap to get to MY journal...  The one I made!  BOTH OF THEM!  There's only one that I can get to, and that one I had to delete and remake...  Uggh...  It really sucks!!!!

I don't know what journal this is going to, and I've ceased to care. It's not like I can get to either one of them... Sad day.

There are too many people in this world who talk when they have nothing to say.

So, I talked to cat boy today.  He started babbling about the Matrix or whatever.  I wasn't really paying attention.  I've never seen that movie either so I really had no idea what he was talking about.  Nor do I care...  All I know, is that Keanu Reeves is beautiful...  A beautiful person with beautiful hair...  And then he started babbling about getting back at his exgirlfriend...  I don't know what she did to him, but he probably deserved it...  Anyway, I kinda wasn't listening then either.  You know, he did a whole lot of talking and I did a whole lot of ignoring...  But, whatever.  Anyway, then he started babbling about having a nervous break down during finals.  I think I was playing with sticky tack or whatever that stuff is called...  Then I played with the cat and one of those candle snuffer things.  Yeah.  His voice sounded really strange.  Maybe he was tired.  I don't know.  I don't really care.  Then I found this wig and stuck it on my guitar case.  Next time I talk to him, I'll find a hat and make a guitar case man...  haha...  Wow.  those Hanson brothers are pretty hot...  And one of them has really nice hair.  I think it's the keyboard dude...  Hey!!!!  Inspector Gadget!!  I used to watch that!!!  Is it wrong to love I Love the 80's Strikes Back?  Because I do.  Anyway, then he said something about my cat after I was yelling at it for attacking my foot or whatever.  I think he said something about how the cat's gonna attack him next year and I said something about the cat wanting to make sweet monkey love to him...  It was amusing.  Made me chuckle inside...  There's no one interesting online.  There's never anyone interesting online.  I still have to talk to Elizabeth.  Man, I could really go for a taco right now.  Yeah, you know that song by the Rasmus?  In The Shadows...  It's really catchy...  I kinda like it...  But that Franz Ferdinand song...  I don't know how I feel about that one.  It's catchy and amusing, but it's the same thing over and over again...  And they sound almost exactly like the Strokes.  What's with that?  I do like the Rasmus though...  I don't know how long they'll last.  Kinda like the Darkness.  I Believe in a Thing Called Love is BRILLIANT, but Growing On Me...  Not my favorite song in the world.  There's only so many times you can pull off weird British people with weird British music videos singing falsetto and wearing cat suits...  And that dude needs to keep his clothes on!  He's not even pretty...  Now his brother is...  But he's not.  Either way, no one wants to see his naked British self all over the TV screen.  Not high on my list...  Anyway, I have nothing left to say.  Actually, I never have anything to say, and yet I just keep talking...  Man, I'd hate to listen to myself...  I don't know how my friends can stand it.  Anyway, farewell everyone!!!!!!

I'm really bored...

Man.  I was going to do all kinds of HTML stuff and make this all pretty or whatever but no...  No!  It doesn't work on here.  Of course not...  *angry noise*  sad day.  Well, if anyone knows how to make it work, tell me please...

You know, I love the 90's is coming out on the 12th...  You have no idea how glad I am...  Of course, part of me wanted to be on it...  That would never happen anyway, but a girl can dream!!  haha

One day, I'm going to post about my imaginary gay brother, Patrick, but right now, I'm not in the mood.  I'll post later...

*makes akward noise*

You know, I don't think anyone will ever really read any of this, but it's nice to whine...  The kid licks himself...  What is with that?!?!  No normal human being sits in class and licks themself...  Of course no normal human being would ever even think of thinking that was at all remotely conceiveably anywhere near somewhat attractive in any sense...  And yet here I am riding the fence.  It's a very nice white picket fence...  But wow.  What the heck is this kid's problem?  Besides his ADHD...  Maybe it's the ADHD that accounts for all of this insanity.  Or maybe it's just a sad excuse.  But, he is a drummer and drummers do have different personalities...  Not that that's bad or anything; it's just an observation.  They're either ADHD or you just don't know how to respond to them...  Whereas guitarists (like myself) are somewhat arrogant/concieted talk about weird things out of nowhere that actually kinda begin to make sense to what the subject was before they started on a rant, and vary between really relaxed and kinda "ok, whatever" to really tightly wound...  It's funny...  And bassists are all mellow...  They're quiet but they never shut up...  It's odd.  Now, singer bassists are different...  I haven't decided what they're like...  And I mean, all of this is just generalizing from what observations I've made...  But it's funny that it's kinda true...  Oh and I've noticed at my school.  Like, the orchestra kids are usually all fairly well put together and dress like they're married but then you have a few that dress like they're in a band or whatever.  The art kids just do their own thing.  They're art kids...  What can ya say?  Musical theatre (yes.  we are the mutts...) has a cross between the orchestra kids, dance kids, theatre kids, and, well, like I said.  We're the mutts...  And the chorus kids are either gothic or they dress like they're married...  It's really funny...  And then the dancers are kinda like the orchestra only more laid back.  Piano kids are all mis-matched.  But then there's like a million ways to play piano.  But personality wise they're a bit tightly wound.  Kinda like guitarists...  Theatre kids are in between the orchestra and the art kids.  Maybe a little like the dancers in majority, but varied.  The techies are even more varied.  They might as well be mutts with us...  Ahhh, forget it...  I don't remember what my point was anyway.

But back to what I was saying at the beginning.  The kid LICKS himself...  I don't know how I feel about that...  I mean, WHY??  This is going to bother me for days...  I'm half facinated, half confused...  Well, probably more facinated, really...  He's short.  I think.  Or not tall.  But then he has a late birthday.  He's ADHD and threatens my cat and makes weird comments.  He WON'T SHUT UP.  I don't know anyone that really can stand him.  He has these really goofy looking glasses that make him look like a bug/beaver/badger/turtle/squirrel/monkey.  His hair is not very interesting (and I have a hair obsession for some odd reason so it does not amuse me).  And he licks himself...  So WHY did I decide to like this kid???  It shall always be a mystery...  For all eternity...  God only knows why...  I guess he's like filling this void I have (but will never admit to having EVER).  I mean, you kill off one annoying ADHD kid who makes weird comments, insults your cat, and no one really can stand, and you replace him with another...  And what is with these people and threatening my cats?!  I mean, I liked this other dude who made it a ritual to every day say, "Pancho, DIE!!!!"...  I mean, leave my cat alone, man!!!  It's just...  Uggh...  And I've noticed too that I've liked three drummers.  Three drummers, two brass players, one guitarist, one pianist, one pianist/violinist, and probably others.  (I'll only admit to part of those so if you know me and can't name them already, don't even ask...)  It's just...  uggh...  But he has really pretty eyes...  and actually pretty nice skin too, now that I'm nit-picking.  And when he's really focused he sticks his tounge out part way and has this really weird stare and...  Wow.  I just realized something...  He's exactly like my cat...   *akward silence*  I mean, not physically, but it's that same vacant stare my cat has all the time...  And the cat always gets into things and I keep calling him ADHD (he's a kitten so he's like bouncing off the walls) and he annoys the crap out of me, but I love the little fuzzy thing anyway...  And most of all...  THEY BOTH LICK THEMSELVES...  *groans*  *rolls eyes*  *makes weird akward noise*  *makes weird akward face to go with weird akward noise*  It's just that vacant stare...  They're both unfocused beyond belief, but when they are they have this weird vacant creepy stare...  Wow.  There's something wrong with this situation...

Andrew, you just put the W.K. in "white kid"...

Man, I could so pull off being a sweaty rock star.  Maybe not a nice friendly sweaty rock star, but definetly the sweaty messy kind.  Yeah, I could so pull that off...  You know, this Andrew WK I speak of, seems like a really cool guy.  Maybe that's why he has like 5 TV shows...  I don't know if I really like his music (it's really fun, but it's very similar to itself...) but he just seems like a really fun guy.  Man.  I want to crash with Andrew WK.  But that's not the point.  Actually there is no point.  I was just amused with what they said on TV...  (hence the subject)  Anyway...  I feel like skipping a line...

Yeah, you know, I want a pet drummer with long hair.  I have a pet drummer with not very long hair.  But that's no fun.  Well, actually, it kinda is, but that's ok.  I hear he like sits in class and licks himself...  Like a cat or something...  I mean, part of me is really confused and kind freaked out by that, but another part of me thinks it's strangely hot...  And that freaks me out more than the fact that he licks himself...  You know, I really don't want to know why...  I mean, I do, but I don't know if I'll like the answer...  It's WEIRD!!!!!  And yet, oddly amusing...  Uggh...  And he has massive ADHD and these really big thick glasses.  He has contacts but never wears them.  But he's actually not too bad when he wears his contacts and does something with his hair.  Otherwise he's like this turtle/squirrel/badger looking thing...  And you'll get so mad at him that you'll want to tie him up, hang him from a tree, and beat him until he bleeds, but then you feel bad and just kinda want to give him this really big hug and then have his children, move to Canada and be Angry Canadians for all eternity...  Yeah.  I'll shut up now before I say something I'll regret.  Farewell...

I'm going to leave my mark on the carpet again...

Wow.  Today sucked.  Sort of.  First of all I had to get up early (in the summer!) and go to school!  School of all places!  Just what I want to to!!!  Uggh...  Then the bus driver got all mad because we were "loud".  I'm sorry, but the bus makes a heck of a lot of noise and I can't hear these people who, yes are sitting in the seats across and behind me, but are laying back by the window and on the opposite side of the seat or whatever.  All I know is that we're sitting as far away from her as possible tomorrow...  And then she speaks REALLY softly so none of us can hear her "yelling" at us...  Further proving our point that we actually do need to speak loudly to hear each other...  Anyway.  Then I sat for 5 hours in a classroom doing busy work.  And our teacher was blaring loud and I was in the front and uggh....  Just what I need...  But it was ok.  Yeah, it was boring but I'll have room for electives next year.  Then, I get home and the crap load of papers by my bed is stacked all neatly and there's a note on my bed from my mother saying that she looked under my bed and was sickened or whatever.  So, my room's a bit messy.  It's not hurting anyone!!!  I LIKE it this way!  Get over it!!!!!  And she never has to go in here.  I mean, what does she have to do in MY room?  NOTHING!!  So, she took a whole bunch of MY magazines and messed with the crap under my bed and probably threw really important or sentimental things away that she thought was worthless and I'm just all around pissed.  I'm so mad at her.  But I have a plan...  I'm going to take her earrings and like hide them and laugh when she looks around frantically for them.  Then she'll buy new ones like the ones she "lost" and I'll put them in a really obvious place and she'll be all confused and I will have gotten my fix.  Either that or I'll invite my ADHD drummer friend over for a jam session along with my friend who plays bass and guitar and my other friend who plays guitar and we might just turn our amps up to 11...  *grin*  Yeah.  So in spite of her I scattered my shoes everywhere, screwed up the nice neat stack of papers and shoved them on a shelf i have, threw my dirty clothes on the floor and just undid as much of the damage she'd done to my nice little place as I could.  Then I'll get the magazines back, replace the pile of dirty tissues that fell under my bed with a new pile of even dirtier tissues that I deliberately put under my bed, and just fix my room...  Again, it's not bothering anyone and it shouldn't bother her...  "It attracts bugs!!!  And rats!!!!"  Well, if I don't see them, hear them, smell them, or am not aware of their presence, then who the heck cares?  Not me!  And it's MY room...  So what if it's a slight health hazard?  It's not killing me.  If it was, I might clean it...  So I don't see the point in doing something you hate to get a result you hate.  End of story.