Weird Dream...

Yeah.  I had this dream last night...  Something about going to this thing (maybe a themed dance or something?  I don't know) and we were supposed to be British people...  I don't know why, but we were.  And for some reason I couldn't think of any good British people...  Some dude was Sid Vicious and was looking for a Johnny Rotten, (or maybe vice versa) but I didn't want to do that cause I didn't want to be a guy.  Then I thought I could be one of those people driving the double decker busses, but it would be too hard to show...  So, I ended up in some parking lot with blink 182 and had to run home while they sang What's My Age Again and Tom ate some candy (it was quite good, if I remember) but for some reason they turned into the two girls named Megan that live down the street from me.  Now that I think about it, that is VERY depressing...  And I didn't really see much of Tom, because he was eating candy and running really fast either in the very front or the very back.  Mark was always in the middle.  Anyway, it turned into something like, you had to be a British person from the 60's which killed the one dude's plan, I guess, and complicated things even more for me...  My mother mentioned the Beatles, but again, they're dudes and I would need a wig anyway.  I couldn't show up with a broken drum stick and say I'm Ringo...  So, now I'm curious...  Who's British that I could pull off being if the time ever comes...  And this is the purpose of me being online today...  And you know, I wish you could type in your mood instead of picking one.  They don't have tired or confused...  That's like, my entire state of being...  lol

The internet hates me, but the dude from the Vines is beautiful...

I'm blocked out of my own journal...  How sad is that?  I mean, yeah, I'm here NOW, but only because I took the long way to get here.  I'm blocked out of my other journal too...  The one that I made because I couldn't get to this one and couldn't make a LiveJournal...  Yeah, the internet's against me...  But yeah, the dude from the Vines is beautiful...  Just thought I'd add that...

Wow, I'm perturbed...

I'm sad. Why am I sad? Because our beautiful guest artist is gone, Jordan's attempt to set me up is coming back to haunt me, and mother is insisting on getting some demon kitten. Joy. Anyway, it's time for me to whine. I don't want to talk to this guy. I really really don't. I read his profile and the note that was strategically put in my guitar strings and he just seems really stupid and/or annoying. I know I'm being judgmental but I don't know the guy so why the hell would I want to be set up with him? I don't even want to be set up with people I do know!!! (Maybe if I lie and tell him I'm a lesbian he'll leave me alone...) And he messed with my guitar!!!!!! *If looks could kill...* But at least he's not stalking me. I mean, it could be worse. And what really pisses me off about this, is that if I wanted to be set up I'd act really desperate and whine about how life is so cruel and that I'm going to die alone and miserable and no one likes me and oh tragedy. But I don't!!!! Why start something (in high school meaning it's pointless, shallow, and insignificant) when I have better things to do with my time? OK. The personal quote on his profile is "Don't mind if I dippy-do." What the heck is that?!?!?! I feel somewhat insulted... And I'm not even going to start with the note in my strings. holler playa? What, is he trying to be ghetto or something?!?! You know what, blink 182's "I Miss You" video is on TV and Mark looks like Billie Joe and Tom's just plain beautiful in this video so I'm going to my happy place!!!!!!! Ahhh I can't go to my happy place when I'm all flustered!!!!!!!!!!!! (I wish Mark had longer hair) And even if I did IM him and talked to him and actually ended up maybe kinda liking him, I'd never admit to it and it would be yet another pointless waste of my time. You know what, this is just making me angry. Or I guess a better word is perturbed. That is what I am. Perturbed.

per*turb vb : to disturb greatly esp. in mind : UPSET -- per*tur*ba*tion n

That is what I am. And that's enough of my babble. Farewell to whoever's reading this (which is probably me)!

I don't like Comprehensive Theatre

Hello. I'm very very bored. What else is new. I'm avoiding doing homework and cleaning my room. I really don't want to do that project for Mr. Sneigocki's class. I really don't. The pantomime, ok. I mean, I get to pretend to die! I get to be on the floor! Now that's amusing for Michelle. But, I really don't want to go do the Hakuna Matata scene. I'm sick of it! I found a strange site. http://extremeironing.com/ It's really weird. I got it off another strange site which I got off another strange site. Whatever. And I have nothing to put in the space where it says "Music I'm Listening To:" on account of the fact that I'm not listening to any music. I should go find some but I'm too lazy. Well, I must be going. Food is calling. Well, actually Mother's calling about food, but that's not important. What IS important is that food is involved.

Elizabeth wrote this using all 27 song titles on the Beatles 1 CD...

Lady Madonna,

Help! Yesterday, I lost my ticket to ride. Somebody yelled something like, "Hey Jude!" at me. I think they were a day tripper. I told them, "Get back!" Then, somebody needed directions to Penny Lane. I told them to take the long and winding road until you reach the yellow submarine repair shop.

I got in another fight with my husband again. He had a hard day's night at work. It seems like he's working eight days a week. He told me, "I want to hold your hand." And I said, "Can't buy me love." One of his friends told me, "All you need is love." I told him that I feel fine.

The next night, my husband told me, "Love me do, from me to you," and handed me a card that read, "Come together." I ripped it up. He told me to let be.

Without permission, my friend told my husband, "She loves you, yeah, yeah, yeah!" My son told me he wanted to be a paperback writer. I asked him if we could work something out so maybe he could have a future.

I was in such a hurry last week. It seemed as if all I could say was "Hello, Goodbye!" John and Yoko have a ballad now! It's called The Ballad of John and Yoko.

Sincerely,
Eleanor Rigby

Lists, Drummer hair, Phil Collins...

ya know how singers and bands always have a list of stuff they want for concerts and stuff? some people want sparkling water, others want a room that's completely white, stuff like that. The Ataris ask for a donkey every time. No one's given it to them. Maybe if they asked for a monkey... Like, a specific kind of monkey. Or a chimp. april, if OCD didn't suck, i think you should ask for your monkey, and if you get it, then we can keep it on the bus. i don't know what i'd ask for. maybe keanu reeves.... or john rzeznik... or a guitar... no, i think i had the right idea before... you know what's weird... drummers seem to like mohawks... like, travis. and the guy from no doubt. and the guy from sugarcult... just imagine phil collins with one... haha! ya know, that's a good idea... photoshop is your friend... maybe phil wants liberty spikes... you know, i'm going to do that. now, in fact. if you want a picture of the finished product, e-mail me and i'll send it to you. it should be interesting...

Merry Christmas!

When I was a kid, my parents used to tell me that Santa Claus was really an escaped mental patient who murdered one bad little girl every Christmas. Other kids got presents, but when I woke up Christmas morning, I was glad just to be alive. So don't tell me about Christmas spirit, Mr. Psychiatrist!

*Happy Holidays*