I've got a headache and I think it has something to do with lots of chewing gum and soda. I hope that's what it is. Sometimes I feel this way when I'm depressed, but I don't feel depressed at all right now. Could it be possible that my body knows something my mind won't come to grips with? Mumble grumble.
I can't handle it, I'm intolerant
I rip off my shirt and I deal with it
I won't through a fit, I don't give a shit
I fall flat on my face in the back
Of this one
That's kind of how I feel. Just a little. Wouldn't it be great if you could just rip off your shirt and feel so much better? Oh, yea, that's why there are hookers. What am I saying.
Last night I did eventually end up falling asleep, much thanks to all the outside business I did prior to. I made one hell of a snazzy ass mask to wear, mainly as one big fucking joke, and I called it the Great Asian Pumpkin King. It was sweet. My brother's friends stopped by and saw me wearing the mask and laughed their ass off at me. Then they asked me to politely walk away from them. Good times.
Guys can confuse the hell out of me. I'm still confused about some trivial shit. Oh well, we eventually decided to trick-or-treat for the hell of it and Tainoir asked for a mask too. Made her one, I wore a trash bag to conceal my oh-so-unique clothes, and stopped by some guy's house. He looked like he wanted to laugh his ass off as us too, but he gave us a handful of candy each and said we earned extra candy for our creative masks. Hellll yea. He liked the whole "homemade shitty ghetto fucked up" creativeness, so I concluded he was a parent. Yep.
We were going to stop by McDonalds to ask for treats, but we had some minor differences and decided to return home and watch The Pest instead. That's about the fourth time I've watched it in two weeks. Then we watched the first five episodes to Saiyuki and by the time it ended it was about 1am. The guys left and then I ate a few slices of bread, talking with Tainoir about a whole slew of shit, like all of our hospital visits and how fucking clumsy we've been. She beat me with a concussion she got from doing sit-ups. Can't top that one off, nope, nosiree.
I offered my bed to her but she decided to sleep on the floor instead. I really wouldn't have cared either way. For about three months last year I had to sleep on my room floor anyway, because I had too much junk on my bed. Yep. My floor is nice. She set the clock alarm, after putting in the correct time, and then we fell asleep.
I woke up a little before 8am, to the sound of someone eating a jawbreaker. Odd how I woke up to that but completely slept through the annoying ass buzz from the alarm clock. I guess that's why I never used the clock's alarm anyway. Apparently she had been awake for at least an hour, though. I told her she should have woken me up, as opposed to lying on my floor and eating jawbreakers for a whole hour. So I went to the kitchen to look for something to make. I wanted to make pancakes, but we had no eggs. Biscuits and gravy, but we had no gravy. I said fuck it and let her look through the freezer and she picked out some hotdogs. I nuked them and she poked me about cooking them too long. I felt sick after eating them, as I usually feel when I eat breakfast, but if it was something bad with the hotdogs I hope she has a stronger stomach than I. I didn't get to see the anime DVDs she brought over, which were about seven or so, but I didn't want to ask her to let me borrow them either. My brother later bugged me about that.
She just called me about ten minutes ago and seemed surprised that was I still up. Apparently she fell asleep during church. I should've let her fall asleep earlier, instead of making her wait until I was done eating bread. I eat so fucking slow. It was cool when she woke up and went to the television though, to watch Beyblades. I laughed. I'm glad she felt comfortable in my home, it being pretty much the first time she ever came over. We split the candy before she left too. Not in one-for-one, but in what-we-like, so she got all the chocolate (and artificial chocolate) and I got the gum, grape flavored candy, and lemonheads. She has braces and all. That kind of surprised me, because I could have sworn she had them removed.. in fact, I saw that she had them removed some months ago. Weird shit. I should have had braces when I was twelve, but apparently at that age wearing braces isn't good. I mentioned this in one of the many surveys I took three nights ago, but I just sort of forgot about the whole wanting braces when I grew up. One year I didn't even need them. Now I kind of wish I had gotten them but, oh well either way, I don't smile much in any case.
Mmmmm. I think I'll make a layout for that free webspace I mentioned that'll use one of my pale-as-death pictures. I like those pictures. I kind of wish I was naturally that fucking pale, but whatever. I'm still upset my father never took a picture when I really was that pale one night. Sucks. The only time I want my picture taken and no one is willing to do that. Errmmm headache, it hurts to think, even though that's not possible. It just feels that way because I'm thinking that it hurts to think and in so thinking I'm sure that thinking is the cause of my pain. It's all the soda. All the soda. My forehead is a little warm too.
Sheepboy taught me a few things today, stuff I completely missed out on when I took my long break. I should've known, I would think. I should've seen between the lines, I would have hoped. But, we all know me, dumb as a mutherfucking brick. :) I am so dense. Heh. I'm the kind of person who, when asked to do an assignment, asks in what color ink/what type font, what minimal and maximal length, what format, when it's due, if I can use such and such, and so forth. That's just how I am. If I don't ask all of those annoying questions, then I know I won't do it right. I used to be this way on Lost Legends too. :) I've tried my best to cut back on that these days..
Headache. I'm going to sleep. |
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