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Hate stitches.
I cleaned my room after school today. I moved my bed. I threw away a ton of photos. And some papers. I cleared out my stuff for Goodwill. It took two black trash bags. I organized a bunch of my other papers, photos, and games. I moved my rocking chair and put stuff on the top of my dresser in a better way.
My room looks so big when it's clean.
I have a test in physics tomorrow, and while I still need to write up notes, I'm feeling pretty confident. I actually did all the review and paid attention in class when we went over the problems so I realized where I'd screwed up.
It was kind of funny when Jake asked me about corsages and Tolo. Kira thought we were going together. Nope, ~I'm~ not his date. He asked me, but I said I didn't want a date. I don't want a date to Prom either. (unless, miraculously, I find a great boy--not bloody likely) There's something about going solo (and meeting up with friends) that's really quite fun.
Of course I've still got some preparation to do, like fixing up my halter top. It's a little... broken. A little fun with the sewing machine ought to fix it up like new though. (I'm going to look like such a hooker for Tolo)
My step-dad thinks I cannot possibly be related to my mother. Just because of the Goodwill bags. I was also getting rid of this "itty bitty bits" cabinet, but mum's claiming it instead and getting rid of some little shelf thing she has for her itty bitty bits. I was surprised she remembered how I came to possessing such a cabinet (which I had absolutely no use for).
Awk... feel bad for one of my friends in Kent. She has a bad time of picking boys. I think I may have to do some mass castration, but I haven't decided yet. Sometimes she gets on my nerves with her lack of wisdom.

Fin.

( That enter your name shit, and a couple of things from The Spark )

If a friend comes to me, ranting about something, could I get away with asking them, "Are you ranting just to get it out of your system, or because you think I might be able to do something about it?" At least that way, I know whether or not to start offering solutions.
Because, I know when I'm ranting, I'm usually just getting it out of my system, and eventually find myself a solution. This means I almost never go to my parents with my problems since they always start offering solutions, and I don't want to throw them out of hand because that isn't what I want to do. The thing is, I think that it's a sort of automatic thing, if someone comes to you with a problem, you try to help them through it. But why bother if that's not what he or she wants? It's a bit hard to determine without frustrating you or the person in the process.
That could be just me.
In other news, the pain in my jaw is down, although my stitches sting. I also had some actual "must chew" food and did okay. Why couldn't mum have waited until tonight to cook the pizza?!
Oooh, I have to resist the temptation to explore the back of my mouth with my tongue. I want to pick at the stitches which is a very bad idea.
*sighs* Can't wait until this is all over.

I love my horoscope. Sometimes it provides great wisdom:
Lead with your mouth. The truest words come from the heart, bypassing the convoluted logic of your brain. Sometimes this strategy gets you into trouble, but right now it's more likely to set you free.

Fin.

She got me icecream, yes, but it's Mint choc chip. I can't eat chocolate right now! There's a lot I can't eat right now. What I really want to eat is macaroni and cheese. But no.
I'm really hating the gauze. Have to fight retching everytime I put a new set in. And of all the yogurts, she had to get key lime yogurt.
Two Percacet pills left. Too many Ibuprofin left. *le sigh*

Fin.

I totally took up the bandwagon, too.

Pick 10 LJ friends on your list and say something about them.
Guess which one you are.

1.) First and foremost, you are my goddess. Secondly, you're just awesome and I'm glad I found you.

2.) You're missed at the table. You're funny. And you won't get me to believe you're a moron.

3.) My dear Kiwi-chick, who saw me through my first time in love, and who I watched find her own perfect love.

4.) I love stalking you, my pretty Lan-lover. You're going to help me kill Tuon.

5.) You're so crazy, and you always make me laugh. Will you share Orlando with me?

6.) I know where you live. I know which room is yours. But I bet your guard cat will get me before then. Still, anytime you want company, you know where I am.

7.) "Quick like a bunny!" has been our lasting phrase. I cannot remember too well how we got acquainted, only that you made my lunches last year a lot more entertaining. I lobe you.

8.) I think you are cool, although I feel I don't understand you very well. Perhaps its the mystery, but I love you on dj, so I love you on lj too.

9.) Talented, poetic, energetic, inspiring... I don't see you enough anymore.

10.) You make me feel young and ignorant, and I always look forward to some new wisdom coming from your lips. If I had money I'd help to make you rich buying stuff you made, or simply tips for pretty melodies.

My eyes itch something crazy. Stupid weird allergies. To what, I don't know, but bloody hell it's annoying. *tears up*
Two days 'til I get my wisdom teeth out. I swear the only good part is the fact I'll be drugged up. Hope I don't get to fucked up though. I have this bad feeling I'm going to be sick after it's done. That would suck. Majorly. *grimaces*
Funny thing in school today. Some woman was there with her baby, and while she was sitting with a friend by these doors waching the baby, the baby was across the hallway from her, trying to chew on the rock that holds the door open to Hawley's room. And it was so amusing everytime someone new showed up or walked by, because this baby, seemingly unwatched, was just sitting there with nobody near it. *giggles* He was such a cute little darling, too.
I think I have too much shit I'm holding on to for no better reason than I can't stand to throw it away. *sighs* I seriously should just give some of it up. Fires burn for a good reason, after all. My children are going to curse me for my throw-away habits I'm sure.
"Mum, can we see some stuff from when you were young?"
"Mum, do you have some vintage clothes from when you were young?"
Mum, do you have any photos from when you were young?"
"Sorry, honey, I threw them away and burned them up, because they were a pain in the arse to pack up and move everywhere."
"Fuck you you goddamned gypsy."

Fin.

I got 100% on my opinion paper.
I don't believe it. I mean, there were issues but she still gave me 100%! I seriously think it's because I accidentally chose a topic close to her heart.
Funny thing is, she picked up on at least one thing I knew was off. I didn't have the slightest how to improve it. Oh well.
Still got 100/100.
All the others I've got no more than... 94? 95?
Gah.
Dentists tomorrow.

Fin.