| grahbleh. |
Listening: Brick Shithouse - Placebo.
Watching: Interview with the Vampire.
Reading/Writing: HPslash.
okay. so i never got around to uploading those fucking videos. i just...like, gave up on them.
i just got back from a ten-day vacation in south carolina. well, we got back last friday night, way late. the first part of the trip was amazing. we were in charleston, visiting my mom's family. i adore those people. seriously, they're all so funny and have great tastes in everything. unfortunately, halfway through the trip we had to drive to aiken, which is the second most popular place to retire to in the entire united states. which means old people. LOTS of old people.
including my grandpa and his second wife. it was his eightieth birthday, so his two sisters and one of their husbands had flown into aiken from washington state. everything was actually pretty cool for the first couple of days, but then - geezus, darlene's husband starts ranting about "them damned colored folk" and i literally thought i was gonna bust a cap in his ass.
i never, in my life, thought that i would be related to racist pigs. it just blows my mind. i mean, my best friends are a black chick and an asian chick. listening to that narrowminded old fool go on and on like that nearly killed me.
but whatever. it's over and we're home.
warped tour is on thursday. i'm spending the night at cynthia's house and then we're gonna drive up there all early.
oh snap. i just remembered that my prom dress is still at her house. O.O
prom was FOREVER ago. like...in march.
i should probably pick that bad boy up. >.>
whatever. i've been up forever, listening to my friend alex vent and before that i was reading an uber sad Harry Potter fanfiction, both of which have just made me an emotional wreck.
i need sleep.Labels: alex, cynthia, prom, south carolina, vacation, warp tour |
|
|
|
| last night. |
listening to: Wait - Sweeney Tood: The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
watching: Junjou Romantica [or watiting to, anyway]
writing/reading: report on Winston Churchill
couldn't sleep last night, and i ended up going into the television room and doing this 3-mile taped workout led by some scary lady named Leslie Something-or-other. i actually worked a sweat up by the end of the second mile. maybe i'll do it tonight, too.
probably not.
so my computer is being a shit and won't load certain videos on Youtube; also, it's taking forever to load my favorite yaoi-manga-download-site, suzume.org. ANGER.
i really should be doing my report on Winston Churchill, but the dude can wait. he's been dead like thirty years anyhow. [please ignore any biographical errors in that sentence. i haven't been paying that much attention to my report.]
my hair looks like a giant poofball, because i didn't straighten it after i got out of the shower. i figure, it's sunday - i'm not going to see anybody, and even i did, they would understand that it's the weekend and therefore i am making no effort in my appearance whatesoever. i still run back and forth to the garage with my hands over my face....just in case.
woohoo, warp tour is in a month and a half! i am so excited. this will be my first concert ever. i usually avoid them like the plague due to all the flashing lights and stuff. but - warp tour is during the day and OUTSIDE. lucky.
so i tried working on my website last night, and got fed up. i'm just tired of trying to enjoy html again. i used to, a loooong time ago, when i had nothing else to do and thought it a majoy accomplishment to run like a million fanlistings at once. i never really updated, and i don't even remember all the ones i had. they're gone now, for sure. they kinda remind me of all that unfinished fanfiction i wrote [see rurouni kenshin - perhaps in the past.] i wrote over a hundred pages of that shit, and never even finished. what a freaking waste.
after my work out last night i watched PS - I Love You. holy. shit. i swear, i cried the entire movie, nonstop except for perhaps a chuckle every now and then. talk about sad. gah. was worth it, though, to see gerard butler all sexy and irish. [even though he's really scottish.]
anywho, that's enough for now. nothing else to write.Labels: gerard butler, ps i love you, warp tour, workout |
|
|
|
|
Name: seizurific
Home: Holloman AFB, New Mexico
About Me: 17-year-old kid that would really like to never turn 18. Listens to twilight-rock, wizard-rock, and
Mugglecast. Reads classic lit, manga, and comic books.
See my profile...
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
posted by seizurific at 
