April 16, 2002 :: 1:23 a.m.
mmm, the blood of a new born babe...
This one incident from high school keeps running through my head. The episode with Mr. Koons. Adam and Amanda know what I'm talking about. You see, I signed up to do face painting at a local fair. Upon finding my name on the list of volunteers, Koonsy basically insinuated that, due to my beliefs and "faith," such as it is, I am liable to corrupt children if given the smallest chance. It's the one time that I actually made a "scene" in class. There was much anger and defensiveness and yelling and door slamming and walking out of class 15 minutes early. He came to my next class to apologize. Fucking right, man. I deserved an apology for that one. He said he was only teasing, but fuck it, you don't tease me about shit like that. And if you're only teasing, you stop when you see that it's seriously upsetting me. You do not verify your status as a Supreme Jackass and keep pushing your closed-minded, judgemental bullshit.
Yeah. I've no idea why I'm suddenly remembering that. Not that I ever forgot, but it's not something I think about on a daily basis, you know? I was reading through some old surveys that Amanda has sent me, and my replies, and I believe something I wrote in one sparked this bitter little nostalgia.
Speaking of surveys, I wish someone would send me one. I'm bored and want to answer pointless, repetitive, misspelled questions about myself.
I made Amanda a new layout. Go look. I kinda dig it. I'm also in the process of putting together a new one for Adam. I really like it and am very tempted to keep it for myself, but I won't because I just can't be greedy when it comes to Adam. Well, except with time. I am very greedy when it comes to the time I spend with him. I always want more, more, more, especially now, since our time together has dwindled to a measly one evening a week. But yeah... Adam's is going to be much too fun for human consumption. Only squirrels will be able to comfortably view it. *wink*
Ah. So I fell pray to the cherry garcia trap tonight. I didn't fall hard or anything, but I just can't resist that chocolate-cherry goodness. Damn you, Ben, damn you, Jerry! Trapping me in your fatty pint of yumminess. What? What is this madness? There's a low-fat frozen yogurt version of cherry garcia?!? How come no one told me about this before? GRRR. I'm going to have to run out tomorrow and get me some of that, seriously. (Please note that I was browsing the Ben & Jerry's website while writing this, not picking up transmissions from extraterrestrials and/or radio signals via the metal plate in my head.)
Fifty cents for anyone who thought about The Adventures of Pete & Pete after reading that. 'Cause man, that show kicked my ass.
*yawn* I was going to take a bath earlier, but decided against it because despite the soothing connotation attached to the word "bath," I always end up feeling ill 5 minutes in. I think it's the heat. I like my bathwater scalding. I like how it makes my skin sting and turn bright red. One would think that, as a sensible young woman, I would just cool the water down a little bit and enjoy a nice warm soak, neh? And granted, that would probably work very well. But it's no fun. There's nothing like seeing how long you can stay in a pool of boiling water, I say.
Besides, as we all know, I am many things, but sensible is not one of them. Right now, "tired" is actually topping that list. So I'm going to putz around for a while longer and then get some sleep. Have fun, kids. Break some shit for me if you get the chance.
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