Found Your LJ By Accident

I’m supposed to be reading this book called Ishmael for school. It’s very mediocre. Last night was thinking about elementary school and middle school and how I read a lot of Judy Blume books in elementary school. She was my favorite author I wish I had some now so I could read. I wonder if I should go to a used bookstore and buy a few. Blubber, Are You There God?, Forever, Deenie.

I’m so sick of Ishmael because I get distracted when I tell myself I’m gonna finish it. If I want to finish it I have to watch Blow Out first or bake a cake or make a gun holster and by the end of the day I haven’t even touched the book.

Knitting is really frustrating, too. A lot of the times when I finish a knit or purl or whatever the knot slips off or the needle falls out of my hand and I have to cast-on again and start over.

On Friday I’ll be back at school telling freshmen what to do. I hope it’s not boring. I don’t want to go back to school but the first week already has a C-day so that should be good.

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Yeah I didn’t get to go to Municipal Waste on Sunday because my mom told me it was cancelled and I knew for a fact that it wasn’t but I didn’t want to argue with her. It’s so unfair I never get to go anywhere and I just wanted to go to this one farewell show for the Machine Gun Romantics and now I’ll never be able to see them ever again ugh blah blah blah

Man, that Morton salt girl…

I volunteered for orientation and fish camp at school. If you live around the Houston Community College at West Loop and wanna do something then tell me.

I think my dad or someone left the LAN open because somebody broke into it and put these directories onto my computer that I can’t delete. Like this.
http://support.microsoft.com/?id=811176

Everything sucks.

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I took that picture a while ago. It’s Morgan’s knee from the day Miles and Morgan and I walked out of biology. I don’t know if I put here before.

I wonder if my parents mind that nobody talks to each other anymore. I wonder if my parents notices that nobody talks to each other anymore. I don’t talk to my brother because I hate him and I don’t talk to my father because I don’t want to be like him but I like my mom. I mind her the least. I was watching the Daily Show, it was just 3 minutes away from ending when my dad came home from work, and he walked into the living room and sat down next to me on the couch. The show ended and I stood up and said “You can watch” and walked into my bedroom and closed the door. That was the only thing I said to him all day. Then he went to bed with my mom around 9. At 9:30 I walked into the kitchen to make a pizza and my mom walked in and said she couldn’t sleep because she had a headache. She sat down on the couch in the living room and I put the pizza in the oven and walked into the living room. She told me I could have the chocolates in the fridge. I turned on the TV and started watching some medical show because I knew she liked watching that stuff and then I went to get my pizza. She made her own dinner and ate in the dining room. I ate in the living room.

Sometimes when I dream of hexagons I wake up because I worry that I’m going blind. Maybe it’s because of those damn kaleidoscopes.

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I woke up around 3 PM today. For the past few days I haven’t been reading about anything but mopeds. I’m kinda pissed though because I’m not at Plan It X Fest right now and I’m pretty sure Texas law requires moped riders to have liability insurance and medical coverage. And there aren’t any places in Houston that sell used mopeds and the only store I’m sure that sells them only sells them brand new.

Gah this sucks so much. I want a moped dammit! That Hero Majestic Panther is approved by the Texas Department of Safety and is the only decent moped I can afford, but that’s around $1000 and I have to work my ass off to get it by next year. 100 miles per gallon! 30 miles per hour! If you’re out of gas then you can just use the pedals!

Last night I drew this picture with my left hand of what it’d be like if i had a moped.