I tried to go to White Christmas Hill because I was slightly bored and now my account is stuck there. Every time I try to log on to the character that is at White Christmas Hill, my MS client spazzes in and out of “not responding” stage and doesn’t fix itself. Sighhhhhhhhhhhhh.
I was drinking water from a water bottle just now, and I dropped the water bottle cap under my desk so with water still in my mouth, I leaned down to get the cap and water went up my nose and I sat back up and water went down my throat but now it feels like I swallowed something and the only reasonable answer is boogers.
The awkwardness is directly proportional to the number of periods above.
Two more days of SAT class. 5 hours per day four times a week for two weeks over winter break is really something. The diag part especially. My brain doesn’t feel like it has rested for a long long time. Actually it hasn’t rested at all ever since it was made technically speaking, so nevermind. Why am I being all technical now? I’m like all up my own butt. That’s disgusting. SAT makes me rant about stupid things because yes. Yes is a reason. Sorry for another stupid post. Except nobody reads this so I guess I don’t need to apologize.
refer to soup’s question
no jk scania
since saturday when i had a mini stomach flu and i was really bored :]
I’ve been having trouble sleeping with the pillow my mom bought me. I feel bad to tell her that the pillow isn’t functioning correctly so I ask Gento if I could borrow one of his three pillows. He owns two memory foam pillows and one dysfunctional donut shaped pillow. The donut shaped pillow literally has no middle. I tried it just in case it magically worked but sadly, my head was angled in a way that I’d be in a looking up (if I were to be standing in the same position, I’d look like I was looking at the sky). Eight hours in that position is surely not going to make my problem any better.
So I ask him “can I borrow one of your memory foam pillow?” “NO” “why not?” “I USE THEM” “You don’t even use the other two pillows.” “YEA I DO” “Let me just borrow one oka-” “NO TAKE THE DONUT ONE IF YOU DON’T WANT THE DONUT ONE, I’M NOT LETTING YOU BORROW ANY” “Fine. If I die of insomnia, it’ll be your fault.” Gento is already in his world of radio controlled helicopter he got for Christmas. I’m not sure if he even cares about my potential death.
Every now and then, the soap bar dissolves into nothingness over weeks of usage (like any other soap bars). In the Sano residence however, every family member compete to escape the duty of opening a new pack of soap and placing it in the soap holder thing. Everyone but me.
It’s always me that ends up having to open the new soap because I’m always either the first or the last person to take a shower in the family from either coming home and showering right after soccer or those days where I procrastinate too much and realize I’m taking a shower at midnight.
Anyway, the problem with being the first and/or the last person to shower is that if I’m the first person to shower, everyone else that showered before me the previous day manages to wash their body with the tiny amount left. By the time it gets to me the next day, the soap is so tiny, there is only enough for me to wash my pinky’s nail. Of course, I don’t change the soap the day before because when I shower the day before, there still seems like there is enough soap for me. Also, the feeling of revenge surges within me, and I stubbornly let the tiny amount of soap left to the next person. It comes back to bite me in the butt.
Being last is the same thing. Everyone else manages to deal with the bite size soap and I can’t do anything but to open a new pack.
I wouldn’t mind any of this if it wasn’t for the fact that my family gets extremely competitive when it comes to family games (ie. UNO) and having to open the new soap seems like I’m admitting my loss. Every time I reach for the new box stored under the sink drawer, I feel like I can hear my family snickering and judging me for being weak and powerless.
I will prevail eventually…
I/L mage or F/P? I HAVE NO IDEA WHICH TO PICK. MS NERDS HELP MEEEEEE
Especially on Christmas eve AND my dad’s birthday!!!! Yayyy!!! =_____= I think I have stomach flu.
I was to get a haircut today but my mother was really lazy for some reason so she decided to take me to where SHE gets her haircut. I’m not sure how laziness equates to her going out of way to take me to a different place but my logic never works on her so I had no choice but to acquiesce.
The moment I stepped, I knew I was out of place. The place looked like a fricken hair salon- oh wait it was a hair salon. Not a barber shop. My bad. But there was a COUCH instead of “yea here chairs from target, enjoy.” My butt, however, did enjoy the soft cushiony couch. Anyway, I swear there were no other males. I was so self-conscious that I was… self-conscious. A lot. At one point, a lady comes over and asks me “do you want to condition your hair first?” and my brain was all like “WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?” but my mouth was chill and was like “sure.” Thank goodness I learned to just agree with whatever the person says if you have no idea. I don’t know if I even had the option to say no. What would happen if I said no? “NO. MAYBE I DON’T WANT MY HAIR CONDITIONED.” “Sir, gtfo this building.” That would’ve sucked.
Anyway, there was a fricken sink thing built into the building with the chair thing and wash your hair thing and wtf thing. It was crazy. The lady tried to stir up a conversation too and somehow the topic got shifted to colleges and the conversation was dying down so I asked the lady “what college did you go to?” and she said “oh i just went to city college *bitter laugh*” and I was like “oh” and couldn’t think of anything to say so it was awkward silence. And then I felt like I was being rude and judging her by being all silent after she revealed that she went to a community college instead of a UC or what not and I wasn’t judging her but I guess it felt like I was. It sucked.
And then I sat down and the lady was blow drying my hair and the whole time I’m thinking “I came here to get my haircut…” while the hot air is blowing into my face at 10000 mph which made me naturally close my eyes so my eyes don’t dry out and die. But I guess the other lady that was to cut my hair thought I disliked hair dryers so she was like “he doesn’t like it” and the first lady left. By then I felt terrible because not only did I accidentally judge her, she got rejected by me. And I didn’t mean any of it. …
So while the other lady is examining my hair, she’s all like “yo dawg how u wan’ ur hair cut” except in proper English but I have no idea what to tell her except “shorter?” but that’ll be a stupid answer because well what else would I come to a hair salon besides getting my hair washed? (Oh as a side note, the lady next to me getting her hair cut was getting a shoulder massage. What the?) Something happened and the haircutting lady started snipping away. During the snippy time, another lady popped up from the window I was looking out thru the mirror I was facing. I think I made eye contact with the lady and the lady smiled and ran back to where she once popped out from. “DON’T JUDGE MEE” ran through my head. But I held it in so the haircutting lady won’t get startled and cut off my face with her dangerous scissors.
The haircutting lady asked me at one point “do you wax or gel your hair?” in which I replied “nope.” The lady asked back “why?” and I answered “I guess I’m too lazy…?” “oh thats too bad. your hair would really come alive if you do.” … What does that mean? Is that a compliment? I don’t really understand. I guess it’s not an insult but. My hair would come alive? Oooooookay.
Finally my hair was short again so I sat back down on the couch waiting for my mother to finish so I started texting. I sometimes sit with my right foot on my left knee like how badass bosses sit on couches because I am a boss so it’s only natural I do it. A lady and her daughter walked into the salon and they looked at me being all boss on the couch and I felt uncomfortable because I knew I didn’t belong there and the disapproving look on the lady’s face (her daughter was like 4 or something) either said “what is a dude sitting here…” or “he looks like his hair got hippo-raped…” or both. Either way.
The lady was talking to the secretary person (hair salons have some front desk person! That’s crazy talk!) and the secretary person was like “why don’t you have a seat on the couch” and I was like “OH SH-” because theres only room for two people on the couch. I considered moving but for some reason I didn’t leave because well I guess it would’ve made things even more awkward had I left my seat and resorted to standing. I’m not sure.
It was a weird trip.
Soooo I guess this will be some rant/random talk post. It feels weird to have a day of just photos and crap and like no text at all. I dunno. I just feel like randomly blabbing about stuff.
uhhhhmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. so hi. i’m not sure what to type. i’m too lazy to capitalize my “i”s right now. i usually only do that when i’m in a srs mood but i’m not really srs right now so i won’t do it. i don’t wanna overwork my pinky ya know?
i guess i’m happy its almost xmas. i’m not too sure. i remember when i was this tiny fetus, i was really excited but now not so much. mostly because the presents i get aren’t stuff i really desire. not that i desire much material things. its more like i know what i want can’t be wrapped in paper and put in a box or given to me by santa claus overnight. because all i want for christmas is YOUUUUUUU~ no jk. that was a bad reference. but you know. you get the point.
this post wasn’t very interesting. i apologize for wasting space. but i think i feel better now because i posted something of my own. hmmmm. yea nothing to write about is entering my head.
okay i lied, i hope i get useful things for xmas. its like a surprise thing now. i don’t know whats inside any of my gifts and i get to find out and i get to wear the mask of “OMG BEST GIFT EVAR” on my face to not be rude :]