February 05, 2003 :: 10:08 a.m.
so much to do, so many goldfish to feed
My phone is so incredibly not working. Well, it works. It just doesn't work the way it should, thus preventing me from using it. It worked just fine before Christmas break, and it was plugged back in as soon as I got back. It's been on its charger thingy ever since, but it just turns itself off at random intervals, though more often than not it happens when you press 1. And whenever I try to do something that involves a password/code/whatever, I am informed that what I enter is not correct. But it is. I know for a fact that the order in which I press the buttons is correct. And yet. Bastard phone.
Something weird is going on with my diaryland buddy list... Adam's, too. He updated last night, but it didn't show up on my buddy list. Hell, I updated last night and it didn't show up. So this is sort of a test, but it's not only a test because I also have other things to write about. Yeah.
I was supposed to go with my mom tonight to get paint for my room, but she just emailed me and said that she has to work tonight. Suck. We'll probably go tomorrow night, as my Thursdays are pretty much free. I'm stuck on what colors to get... I want the walls to be red, but I should really paint the ceiling a different color. Not much goes with bright red, though. Not much that isn't kindergarten-looking, anyway. Primary color combinations do not belong on my walls.
In a ground-breaking turn of events, Emily has managed to reach a brand new, never-before-seen level of annoying. She's plastered the entire wall next to her bed with a very big, very disturbing list of reasons why she loves Goth Boy. Against my better judgment, I read them. And dear GOD, I have lost any and all respect that I may have had for her. They've been dating for, what, three weeks or something? And she's all like "I love him, I love him?" Whatever. Keep it to yourself. I do not want an ode to Goth Boy's "bulge" to be the first thing I see in the morning, thanks.
And not to be hypocritical or anything, because I've made lists like that about/for Adam before, but covering your wall with reasons that you "love" him reeks of "hi, I need to convince myself that I didn't make a huge mistake in dumping my less-annoying, better-looking boyfriend of three years for this loser" to me. I'm just saying.
Well, class calls. Woo. I'll update later, possibly with comments on the new episode of Angel that's airing tonight.
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