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oh for the love of fruitcake
Dec. 5th, 2004 12:26 amI have the biggest, nastiest, deepest zit right under my nose... it wants to kill me. I want to kill it >_< but believe me, if I could have it would have been cleared long before this. It hurts 24/7 now... ouch freakin ouch.
In other news, methinks I will rant. Except this will be a really silly rant because I got an "up" high wrapping presents ^_^ Hmm, and I haven't eaten in a while. I don't get hungry anymore... my stomach just starts hurting. Not exactly condusive to the thought of eating. Heh... I wonder if my brother reads this. I doubt it, cuz he'd probably be trying to get me into a hospital or something. I hate hospitals. Although I would like my padded room now anytime oki doki!
Err, I mean, I'd like some tea. Nice green tea and apricots. I hate apricots.
For weird news, I mentioned Otakon to Dad. He's interested in going. Amazing, lol.
I went to the mall, finally found Mom's present, and in the odd chance that she might actually read this, and I subsequently die of shock, I won't say what it is. But I spent the most money this year on her.
Malls suck. I couldn't help but feel the fakey "viva la economy" xmas vibe going through the mostly empty halls (empty? well it was morning but still). And the stall vendors, good lord. NO I DO NOT WANT MY FREAKING NAILS BUFFED!!! God.
After the commercial money spending nuttiness, there was grocery shopping at the base. Understand now, not many people actually know what it's like to shop at a base. You know, like an ARMY base. Exchange. Commissary. If these things mean something to you, then you know what I mean. And what gets me is the people who DO go to the base regularly and still don't "get" it. Like, shopping cart traffic flow in the commissary. It's an art. A science. A delicate balance that gets hopelessly screwed by the airheads not paying attention or thinking they own the damn joint or they are in Safeway or some pansy grocery store. Har har, get back, ye scurvy dogs, and let the pirates play!!!
Okay so I digress. Not like this whole thing hasn't been a rabid digression, but hey, I'm bored. My tummy hurts and if I'm lucky the Tums I had for dinner will actually do something. Or not. But you know what's reeeally cool? While at the commissary I saw a kawaaaaaaaii Asian boi! ^_^ And later there was this cute goth/rocker type with long hair and the whole nine yards. Yar, my mind was quite occupied with thoughts far beyond whatever brand of peanut butter Mom was debating over buying. Choosy moms choose Jif. My mom further busies her life by sorting through the peanut butter coupons, price checking every jar as opposed to the coupon price, and mind you this isn't even peanut butter for our family. It's for the food bank. Geez, just pick one and throw it in the cart and save yourself some stress!
Oh well. I hope therapy goes well on Wednesday. It could very well crush me if it doesn't... I'm trying to stay positive but the thought is there. Arrgarrgarrr... meh. Back to listening to the music CD I just burned to check for errors. I'm not lucky enough for there to be no errors. >_
In other news, methinks I will rant. Except this will be a really silly rant because I got an "up" high wrapping presents ^_^ Hmm, and I haven't eaten in a while. I don't get hungry anymore... my stomach just starts hurting. Not exactly condusive to the thought of eating. Heh... I wonder if my brother reads this. I doubt it, cuz he'd probably be trying to get me into a hospital or something. I hate hospitals. Although I would like my padded room now anytime oki doki!
Err, I mean, I'd like some tea. Nice green tea and apricots. I hate apricots.
For weird news, I mentioned Otakon to Dad. He's interested in going. Amazing, lol.
I went to the mall, finally found Mom's present, and in the odd chance that she might actually read this, and I subsequently die of shock, I won't say what it is. But I spent the most money this year on her.
Malls suck. I couldn't help but feel the fakey "viva la economy" xmas vibe going through the mostly empty halls (empty? well it was morning but still). And the stall vendors, good lord. NO I DO NOT WANT MY FREAKING NAILS BUFFED!!! God.
After the commercial money spending nuttiness, there was grocery shopping at the base. Understand now, not many people actually know what it's like to shop at a base. You know, like an ARMY base. Exchange. Commissary. If these things mean something to you, then you know what I mean. And what gets me is the people who DO go to the base regularly and still don't "get" it. Like, shopping cart traffic flow in the commissary. It's an art. A science. A delicate balance that gets hopelessly screwed by the airheads not paying attention or thinking they own the damn joint or they are in Safeway or some pansy grocery store. Har har, get back, ye scurvy dogs, and let the pirates play!!!
Okay so I digress. Not like this whole thing hasn't been a rabid digression, but hey, I'm bored. My tummy hurts and if I'm lucky the Tums I had for dinner will actually do something. Or not. But you know what's reeeally cool? While at the commissary I saw a kawaaaaaaaii Asian boi! ^_^ And later there was this cute goth/rocker type with long hair and the whole nine yards. Yar, my mind was quite occupied with thoughts far beyond whatever brand of peanut butter Mom was debating over buying. Choosy moms choose Jif. My mom further busies her life by sorting through the peanut butter coupons, price checking every jar as opposed to the coupon price, and mind you this isn't even peanut butter for our family. It's for the food bank. Geez, just pick one and throw it in the cart and save yourself some stress!
Oh well. I hope therapy goes well on Wednesday. It could very well crush me if it doesn't... I'm trying to stay positive but the thought is there. Arrgarrgarrr... meh. Back to listening to the music CD I just burned to check for errors. I'm not lucky enough for there to be no errors. >_
