rainy (rainys_daze) wrote,

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Tired of me yet? (Don't answer that.)

Went to bed at 5am.
Woke up at 10 and called Mom. Set my alarm for 12.
Woke up at 12 and set my alarm for 12:30.
Woke up at 12:30 and set my alarm for 1.
Woke up at 1 and set my alarm for 1:30.
Woke up at 1:30 and set my alarm for 2.
Woke up at 2 and watched News Radio.

Ugh. It's cold. Okay, so it's really 75 degrees, but it feels cold to me. Outside it smells like fall, and I'm not ready for fall. I hate the cold. I loved California because it could be 112 degrees outside, but it wasn't humid, therefore the heat was standable. Sure, it gets cool over there in the winter, but nothing like Virginia. God, one morning last year it was a few degrees colder than it was in Alaska. That's just not right, if you ask me.

I still have to "clear a path" to my window so I can clean it, fix instant mashed potatoes for dinner, take a shower, and put clothes away. You'd think I'd be busy doing that instead of typing this nonsense. Ha.

I was hungry when I woke up, so I made my "special" grilled cheese.
2 slices of bread
3 slices of cheese
2 slices of turkey
I was dismayed, however. When we bought cheese, we did it at Priceclub, where you get everything in huge amounts. Unfortunately, they only had fat free cheese. This is no good. No good at all. And now that I've eaten my sandwich, I feel like I ate too much. Just a sandwich. What have I done to my stomach?

I'm trying to get a new aim s/n, but I exceeded my registration limit for 24 hours last night because all the fuckers in the world have taken my origional ideas. I blame the government.

EW, I had a dream last night that a figment of my imagination, a character if you will, was actually a real person and friend of mine, and was killed because he was bi. So I broke down in front of my Mother (Mother, not Mom. I live with Mom, my stepmom, and Mother is my biological mother), and she like yelled at me for being too sensitive or something and then continued to say "You don't have to tell me stories everytime you come down here." So pissed me off. She'd really say something like that too. I was so glad to wake up from that. It was far too real feeling. And that bitch was in my house. Not hers. Ugh. I can't believe I'm going to be living with that soon.

I'm on aim now, but none of my buddies are talking to me. Only 4 are on, 2 are away, and the other half probably don't even realize they have theirs on.

I saw the kid next door walking home from school. This was his first day of middle school. I had to fight the urge to run outside and ask him how it was. I'm becoming such a sap in my old age.

Ah, my foot is asleep.

Okay...I'm done.

Do you know what I'm tired of? Well I'll tell you anyway. This is just one thing. I'll try to stop at this one subject and not branch into what else I'm tired of.
Okay, I'm tired of people being stereotyped by the music they listen to. Yes, I'm a huge Nsync fan, okay. But I'm not a teenybopper. I have teenybopperish moments, but that is different from being a full blown teenybopper. I also like Eminem. A lot. I love his lyrics, how he says what he wants and doesn't sugar coat or bullshit. I love the Goo Goo Dolls. John's lyrics hit me hard, and a lot of them reflect my life and how I feel. I like to relax to Train. I like to be moved by the Moulin Rouge soundtrack. I like to dance to Usher and Britney Spears. I like to let out my angst with Pink and Linkin Park. I like to rock out to Puddle of Mudd and Korn and Marilyn Manson. I'm a hardcore music fan, and anyone that doesn't think so can get the fuck out of my face and kiss my ass. I don't enjoy being stereotyped, I had it enough in school. I do enjoy, however, the strange looks I get when I'm checking out what imported Nsync albums Circuit City has because of my lip ring. They're thinking I should be looking in the rock/metal section, when really I'm right where I want to be. Fuckers.

Okay...I'm done.
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