I only spent about ten minutes writing an entry here then, five minutes later, I decide the whole entry was one big mess. So, I'm rewriting it. I'm actually going to write this whole thing from scratch because.. let's just say the entry started with, "Death! Death! Death! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Death! Death! Death! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! AAAAAHHHHHHGGGGG." And that just simply would not do.
Let's see.. I woke up several times, from morning to afternoon, but I finally got out of bed at 4pm. Yea. I went to bed around 10pm the previous day. That's like an 18 hour nap, more or less. Of course, it wasn't as luxurious as it sounds, as I did mention waking up several times in that long slumber. I first woke up at 4am and thought I should sleep some more, because I was supposed to stop by my old school for some art-related reason, sometime between 8-12. At 8am I woke up yet again. Bear in mind that I slept with my radio on all night, and that's why I woke up every so many hours. The radio does that to me. And I did that intentionally to not oversleep. So, at 8am I feel like I can put in a little more rest, which I do, and which I next would wake up at 10:30.. so I recall. I then feel like I just want to rest my eyes a little longer. The next time I would wake up would be 12:44. So much for that, I thought. I guess that means I lost the artwork that was sent to some contest. Hmm.
Going back some hours, to yesterday, I had two phone calls. One was from a lady who helped lead the skatepark commitee thing, which the call had lasted a whole 44 minutes and 36 seconds. I was AFK on Lost Legends at the time. She had called just to remind me ... oh shit. I just remembered that now. Shit. In nine hours I'm going to go help clean up the city, hmm.. my fourth time I believe. This sucks. Fuck. Oh the heart of a volunteer. Err, back to the entry, so we talked for a very long time and you may wonder why. Why, someone who rarely gets phone calls, would suddenly have a long conversation with an elderly lady who seemingly has nothing in common with me other than the skatepark interest. I brought up an idea to post flyers on the high school bulletin boards so the students will be aware of the clean up, which I forget what it is for.. it has a name that ends in "Day", like.. Community clean up day.. but I think there was a "D" word in there somewhere, other than "Day"... Oh well. So it's a community thing, to clean up the city, but she volunteered us ('Us' being the skatepark helpers.) to take a section of the town to clean up. Sooo.. interesting, to put it simply. Arg. I may have mentioned cleaning up the tennis courts in a pervious entry. And I remember mentioning a 'disappointment' when I didn't get a phone call Tuesday about the park. Some substance was put over the cracks Wednesday though, and I believe asphalt will be laid sometime this week. So, next weekend, the obstacles can be put in. How fucking marvelous. This idea to get a skatepark built in town happened last August. Since then, I've helped out in just every way imaginable and I started to have doubts of this actually coming true earlier this year. Thankfully the city decided to pay for the cost of asphalt, which we got a discount for because the company already had their equipment nearby. Yep.
Well, like I was saying, the phone call was so long because we went on the school topic, to the school administrator, and to the school principal, which both lived down my street. She asked if I ever talked to them, I told her I didn't. I mentioned talking with the assistant principal plenty of times though, when I was in school. So we laughed about that and she commented, "Ooh, you're a bit of a rebel! (laughs) I like that!" Creepy shit. This lady spends most of her time gardening and she dresses really weird. Well, old. She wears those housewife clothes, you know what I mean. I've heard she was pretty weird from numerous people but, after she talked with me on the phone, I concluded she was pretty out there. She looks like someone who never does anything wrong. Then again, I've talked with her before in person and she is pretty fucking odd. We talked about a nudist colony once before, so yea. But, she told me that she met her husband her junior year in high school. I found that to be pretty awesome. Every now and then you hear these great stories and think, "Could that really be true?" It's so strange. I sometimes wish I could've met someone to "spend the rest of my life with" in high school, just to get the searching of soul mates out of the way in the future. A time saver, if you will. Heh, of course I knew that even if I found "Mr. Right" that I wouldn't have shown interest in them.. even if they showed complete interest in me. That's my problem. No relationships for me, nopers.
Annnyway. I keep getting off topic. The other phone call was from my art teacher. We didn't talk long, about three minutes, because I don't really enjoy talking with her. She's also a freak. It's great to know I could have a teacher that likes me, but she wants a friendship. And, I believe it's because I'm so much like her. Or she's so much like me. Like I'm what she used to be, when she was younger, and that bugs me. I would hope not. I would hope no one ever lived my life, not even a fraction of it. Just, since the first year I had her as a teacher, she's shown interest in me. She touched my hair and said I had such beautiful hair, in the middle of class. No kidding. She was teaching and talking about something and then just stopped behind me, to touch my hair. Everyone laughed. Since then, so much has happened. I'd go on art trips and she'd always hang with me and try talking with me. Then I had problems in school and stopped going there, and she would call me at home and stuff. Creepy shit. She even tried giving me money, on numerous occasions, because I wouldn't eat when we went on art trips. So fucking weird. But, yea, that's why I don't like talking to her. She cares too much about me.
I was supposed to pick up my art. I let her down. When she called she said she was in a teacher's conference until 7:30pm, if I wanted to stop by and pick up my works. I told her I'd get it tommorow, because I don't like those short notices. And, of course, I didn't get them. It's like the time she called and said I could paint on the school hallway, finish someone else's work, and I didn't show up. But that's different. She said, "if you want". I already painted what I wanted on the hallway, and I didn't feel like going back to school after I tried so hard to leave before. It's weird. Strange to explain. I don't feel like going in detail because it'll be too lengthy. So, like after I didn't show up for the painting, she didn't call me after that. And that's why I bet she won't call again. If she doesn't, to reschedule when I can pick up my stuff, I know she would have kept the stuff. Personally, I wouldn't mind either way. I had three works of art.. hmm.. a monochromatic ink print of a guy holding a scythe, a chair study (I think this was in acrylics), and. . . I don't remember the third. But if she wants to keep them, I wouldn't care. Heh.. my freshman year she paid me $2.50 for a stupid tesselation! HAHA. I hated that one too.
To sleep, or not to sleep.
What else did I want to write here.. I was concerned about my skin yesterday so it was no surprise to have a dream about it. A dream that involved me being in some group of girls, like training, but I never figured out what kind of training. Like a girls P.E. class mixed with some Air Force basic training. And maybe some girl scouts? It was weird. At one point I looked into a mirror and had god-awful skin. Heh. I guess this is a stereotypical girly girl nightmare. Some elements in the dream revolved around a lot of the things that were concerning me though. So, I suppose, that's my mind telling me to quit worrying about the petty things and move on. Will do.
Also, I wrote a survey titled In Our Slumber that I posted here in the previous entry. I just looked it up today to see if anyone filled it out and, lo and behold, two people have so far. I was excited about that, especially since one of them was Andy. Yea, the guru of creating journal communities. I really like him. I've tried services where the people who ran it were hard to get a hold of and could care less about its members. That's why I don't use Diaryland anymore. Odd to think of it now.. but.. the guy who ran that website was also named Andrew. ;) I hope it's not the same person. I actually doubt it, but you never know. I'm just glad that Andy made Woohu, Bzoink, WoohuLyrics.. among other things.. and that he will take the time to post in his journal, and he will fill out surveys. It shows he cares about what he does. Well, enough of that.. I've praised him enough. ;)
What else is on my mind that I feel the need to release.. Ahha. I was on Yahoo earlier and I guess I haven't updated the chat version in years. So I went to MSN chat, like the same thing.., and went into the Computer/Internet and then into the Programming room. I was looking for people that may have been candidates to play on Lost Legends (and maybe later code). Yea, I know the whole creator/player thing going on, but it's just so depressing logging in these days and finding one other on. I cry inside to think about how it used to be, how there were more players and creators there in the past. But that's ok. Really. Lost Legends is still in the testing stages, it's no big deal. Anyway, whenever I was at the chat place, my computer wouldn't respond so gracefully. It froze twice for reasons unknown. It wasn't that the computer resources were low, it just wanted to freeze. Oh well. I helped a guy with HTML so he could get better ratings at some website that rates pictures. He wanted a better 'presentation' for his profile. Glad I know I could help. Then some girl kept IMing me there asking me where I lived, how old I was, what I did for a living, etc. I told her where I lived, twice. That's why I normally avoid dumbass chatrooms. People are so fucking stupid. Based on her stupidness, I then told her I was older than her. She sent me an annoying ass "BUZZ!!" which shakes the little text box and makes an annoying sound. Bitch, I swear.
I hate people who type shit like "L3av1n aLr3ad13?". It's so annoying. Maybe to them it's easier to read than the normal fucking English letters, but not to me. I don't want to sit there for minutes deciphering what the hell they had the need to type out. I saw this on a website, when I decided the girl couldn't type good and closed the window.
And that concludes the entry. I should have all the stress out now. Phew. |
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