April 15, 2004 :: 11:10 a.m.
just give me an apple and I'll shut up
Ugh. I'm waiting for the bathroom to free up so I can take a shower. I feel disgusting, and yet the door, she stays firmly closed. There really needs to be more than one bathroom in this house. Yeah, there's one in the basement, but who wants to shower down there? It's creepy as hell and also the ceilings are so short that everyone be me and my mom would have to crouch while showering. So, no.
You know what the really annoying part is? He's not even going to the bathroom. He's talking in there, on the phone, to god only knows who. About this whole World War III thing with my mom. Which, gah, I don't even want to get into. Just thinking about it is too depressing. All my life I've been the person who got really upset and cried whenever fighting happened in our house. Sometimes it was warranted, in the days of my mom's hardcore alcohol abuse; sometimes it wasn't. But it's always gotten to me in a serious way, and this is no different. So I really don't want to get involved at all. Which is why I'm not knocking on the door and asking my dad to hurry the hell up so I can wash the grime off my face, even though that's totally what I want to do.
Bah. I got a new pair of running shoes yesterday, but they turned out to be not so great. They're trail-running shoes, which are quite different from the regular, cushioned road-running shoes that I was looking for. So I'm going with my mom to take them back this afternoon before class; hopefully I come home with something more suitable.
[20 minutes later]
Ah, to be clean. Showers are a wonderful thing. I hate drying my hair, though. It needs cut, so right now it's at that weird mid-length where it's too long to let air dry but too short to just stick up in a ponytail. Highly annoying. Could you water-proof hair, I wonder? I guess you could, but it would probably resemble a shellac-shiny helmet when you finished. So, again, no.
Well, kids, I need to go get dressed and eat some lunch-type thing. I'm thinking a banana/strawberry/yogurt parfait deal. Mmm, fruit. I'm not such a big fan of a lot of vegetables, but fruit? Oh baby, oh baby. I could live on fruit. Totally.
That is all.
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