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cuddlefish) wrote2004-02-11 11:07 pm
cuddlefish) wrote2004-02-11 11:07 pm
It's okay, I think it's PMS. ...again.
*staggers by dragging her leg and bleeding at the ankle* OH! Omigod! Thank god I ran across my diary! I just made an astonishing discovery! Those plot...rabbits...bunnies? They're real! I never cared because I hate giving fancy new words to fan stuff, but I just had this one take a huge chunk out of me...I think it's still following me...tracking me by the scent of my blood...it just figures I'd actually let myself talk about a "plotbunny" a week or two after I started with the Ed and popsicles and the ice cream sundaes...it's a picture, not a story...*mutters for a little while*
After a day of sulking, feeling bored but hating all my options, and getting this sick feeling of unease just from listening to my parents bicker over the VCR (I'd say right out that we still can't program it, but it's so beyond cliche that I'm ashamed), I sat down and watched OC (stands for Orange County, runs on FOX). Look, I know teenybopper shows are supposed to be off limits, but it's a GREAT show! It's easy to watch, easy to predict, and EVERYBODY IS BEAUTIFUL! It's a wonderful fantasy! Delicious and delectable! About as substantial as a cream puff and Ryan is a babe, OMG! You've got to watch it! (If only because the slash opportunities also run RAMPANT! OH YES!)
So to condense that a little, OC put me in a better mood somehow, probably because it's magic and there are boys, and then towards the end I got this THING right between the eyes. I never saw it coming because I don't know where it came FROM, but really---Roy's too old to still have nothing but peach fuzz. That guy's gotta shave sometime. *lets eyes unfocus and thinks about Roy giving Ed shaving tips for a bit*
I'd feel stupid about screaming about OMG INSPIRATION in my diary, since I've had enough of it recently, and I don't really have any reason to start now, except that I was just feeling like trash today, and now all of a sudden I'm better. Look, I was playing freakin' WEDDING PEACH. You know, that old game for the SNES? I didn't even want to play FFX2. It was just THAT BAD.
Uh, other stuff. My sore throat turned into a runny nose, damn.
The rest of this is cut for being...um, jeez, man...it's godwaful...I'm rating it STUPID, or I'M SO EMBARRASSED for a real, live, breathing, biting moodswing, whining about a healthy relationship with my mother, and ranting for the second day in a row.
There was this little thing on TV about a kid getting left behind at a school fieldtrip to a ski resort, and when mom made a comment about how he was probably the kid who was being a pain all day, I said something about how my recurring dreams about being left places and not able to get home, and she got all...like, let's talk, and I'm so SORRY. I think I managed to avoid telling her about anything except that I wanted desperately for her to go away and let me make a crack once in a while without having to talk it OUToh my god she never fucking shuts up once she starts talking I swear it is a teacher instinct it's like, I don't know, Bush coming up with nonsense answers to questions because he can't think fast enough and he gets this utter fucking gobbledygook but that's okay because people only need to hear a voice talking not the words and mom is like that and that's her teacher instinct because you can hold down a class that way but for god's sake mom just shut up I'm your daughter not your class and I'm listening to every word and you're wasting precious minutes of my dear, dear LIFE with STUPID BABBLE AND SHIT YOU INSENSITIVE WHORE! It's okay. Everybody has Problems with their mother. My problem is that our relationship IS indeed complicated and probably dampened by the fact that she's a teacher, but I can't tell her that because if I do, she's going to start up about how she's NOT a mean teacher. Well, she's going to start talking, and she could and would waste my life trying to change my mind, because I am DEAD set in my convictions that teachers are, nice or not, evil and not to be trusted, and that I love my mom very, very much.
Done.
After a day of sulking, feeling bored but hating all my options, and getting this sick feeling of unease just from listening to my parents bicker over the VCR (I'd say right out that we still can't program it, but it's so beyond cliche that I'm ashamed), I sat down and watched OC (stands for Orange County, runs on FOX). Look, I know teenybopper shows are supposed to be off limits, but it's a GREAT show! It's easy to watch, easy to predict, and EVERYBODY IS BEAUTIFUL! It's a wonderful fantasy! Delicious and delectable! About as substantial as a cream puff and Ryan is a babe, OMG! You've got to watch it! (If only because the slash opportunities also run RAMPANT! OH YES!)
So to condense that a little, OC put me in a better mood somehow, probably because it's magic and there are boys, and then towards the end I got this THING right between the eyes. I never saw it coming because I don't know where it came FROM, but really---Roy's too old to still have nothing but peach fuzz. That guy's gotta shave sometime. *lets eyes unfocus and thinks about Roy giving Ed shaving tips for a bit*
I'd feel stupid about screaming about OMG INSPIRATION in my diary, since I've had enough of it recently, and I don't really have any reason to start now, except that I was just feeling like trash today, and now all of a sudden I'm better. Look, I was playing freakin' WEDDING PEACH. You know, that old game for the SNES? I didn't even want to play FFX2. It was just THAT BAD.
Uh, other stuff. My sore throat turned into a runny nose, damn.
The rest of this is cut for being...um, jeez, man...it's godwaful...I'm rating it STUPID, or I'M SO EMBARRASSED for a real, live, breathing, biting moodswing, whining about a healthy relationship with my mother, and ranting for the second day in a row.
There was this little thing on TV about a kid getting left behind at a school fieldtrip to a ski resort, and when mom made a comment about how he was probably the kid who was being a pain all day, I said something about how my recurring dreams about being left places and not able to get home, and she got all...like, let's talk, and I'm so SORRY. I think I managed to avoid telling her about anything except that I wanted desperately for her to go away and let me make a crack once in a while without having to talk it OUT
Done.
Re:
As for Julie and Luke, I think they're going to have a very torrid, very fast, very grownup affair, and then they're going to hate each other, and while Luke is moping and on the rebound, he'll land up with ANNA. XB (Because I like to pair people off...tra la la...)