April 14, 2003 :: 12:59 a.m.
construction paper hearts = death
I've been listening to this album obsessively lately. I couldn't really get into it when I first got it, but one day I just decided to listen to it the whole way through despite my inclinations not to. Ever since, I listen to it at least once a day. It's muy bueno.
In the last entry, I said I'd elaborate on the horrible truth of Emily's construction paper heart project, so let's do that now.
Do you remember the giant, wall-covering list of reasons she loves Goth Boy that she subjected me to a month or so ago? I'm too tired to link the entry about it, so if you don't remember then just use your imagination. Well. I was pleased when that atrocity was taken down, but now I see that it was just to make room for another list. Her wall is about half-filled with giant construction paper hearts containing even more reasons why she loves her Gothy Bear. It's hideous. It's worse than the first one, because they were just white paper squares with colored text. These are big, red hearts that I seriously cannot help but stare at, no matter how nauseated it makes me. Some of the hearts are covered with sunset-printed paper, giving her side of the room all the class and aesthetic appeal of a cheap romance novel cover. I'm half expecting to wake up one morning to a life-sized cutout of Fabio-as-Goth Boy leaning against the wall. If this happens, this journal will be retired. Because I WILL KILL MYSELF.
And lest you believe that I'm just upset over the uglification of my room, it's not just the visual aspects of it that bother me. Her reasons are pathetic - professions of "love" one would expect from a shallow, superficial 13-year old. Emily's lack of depth really gets to me, because I have to live with her. And it's not exactly fun to listen to her talk about how ugly everyone is and how she used to be fat and oh my god, it was so horrible but now she can make fun of her (perfectly normal-sized, might I add) sister for being fat, so it's okay. And oh my god, it's Christina Aguilera! She can go bra-less, and wow, Emily wishes she could go bra-less too because it would be so much easier to be a gigantic fucking slut if she didn't have to worry about wearing a bra all the time, gosh darn it. Giggle giggle giggle.
Ahem. Among the profound and heart-wrenchingly lovely reasons why she loves Goth Boy:
He lets her wear his chain.
He lets her use his spoon at dinner when she forgets to get one.
He brings good music down and just leaves it here.
He thinks her dog is "almost cute."
He sleeps over when they watch scary movies.
He has puffy cheeks.
There are more, but I can't remember them and I don't feel like looking at it when I'm not magnetically forced to. But seriously, Emily? Grow some maturity. You don't love someone for what they let you wear or what they think of your dog. And I've seen you in that chain, woman. You look like a moron reject from a female biker gang who hangs around the mall but won't take off her chain because she still wishes she could be "different" and "hardcore."
My scarf is coming along pretty well. I'm in the middle of stripe #13 at the moment, so after this I have 7 to go. This is what it looks like now:
It's all bundled up like that because that's how I keep it when I'm not working on it. Also, it's too long to take a picture of with Adam's little web camera. But you can see the somewhat flaccid skein of red yarn hanging out of the middle and everything, so it's all good.
Too bad it's going to be 80-something degrees by the time I finish it, rendering all of my hard work for naught. Until next winter, anyway. Blah.
I'm going to go try out my fancy new toothpaste and get some sleep, because I'm about falling asleep on the keyboard right now. I don't know why, considering the amount of sleep we got last night, but such is my life.
'Night.
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