The Ringer is the most ridiculous movie ever created.
I went to see The Ringer last night.
It sucked.
Yesterday
I met Amanda for lunch at
Sweet ~N~ Savory yesterday.
I didn't have much of an appetite, though.
She gave me the stuff she bought me
while she was in Mexico.
This beautiful beaded necklace with
a sun-shaped shell in the middle.
It's awesome.
I wore it all day.
She also got me some Tortuga Rum Cake.
I. Love. Rum.
A shot glass, for Rum.
And a little elephant marble piece.
:)
After that, we went shopping and I got a
Dooney & Bourke pocket book.
They're pretty cute.
I got a pair of polka-dotted shoes, too.
Black & White are supposed to be
'must-have' colors for Spring,
according to Vogue.
I just have this Gift Card to Belk
and I have no clue what to get.
I can't find any decent-looking clothes,
so I'm just buying ridiculous things that
I would never buy if I had the cash.
Victoria's Secret is having their
semi-annual sale, again.
OMG.
_______________________
Movies
So after the mall,
I picked up Tacoma from her house
and we headed over to Jordan's house
(Amanda's boyfriend)
and watched this crazy show,
HOUSE.
Then we left to the movies to see
The Ringer.
It was ridiculous.
Don't see it!
______________________________
Random Card
I'm seriously stressing out about
registering for classes on Thursday.
It's going to suck.
And isn't it just fabulous that I have
the entire week off with the exception of
Friday and Saturday morning.
WTF.
Oh well, my check Friday will be beautiful.
I'm finally getting pretty-looking numbers
in my bank account again.
It's quite comforting.
I think I'm a bit OCD about my finances.
I know I get it from my Father.
Tonight I'm going to go to this
car-dealership and help them with
accounting to pick up a quick 50 bucks.
That'll be sweet.
I need to start babysitting again.
___________________________
Complaining
I woke up this morning at 6:38 am
and I couldn't stop crying.
I'm PMSing hardcore style.
I'm so sick of people telling me one thing,
and acting another way.
Ugh.
Oh yea, and Phil should've called me
after dinner last night.
That would've helped.
___________________________
The Star Ordeal
So, this guy named a star after me.
That's definitely the best gift anyone
could have ever given to me,
but it came from someone I hardly know
and could (excuse my honesty) careless about.
Don't get me wrong, I freaked out!
Was so incredibly stoked and couldn't
take my eyes off of the booklet,
certificate, coordinates...everything.
But like I said before.
It's definitely the best gift anyone
has ever given me, but it came from
someone I don't even care about,
so it's completely void of any sentimental value.
And that is so frustrating to me.
[Not to mention how odd it is
to have a basic stranger doing something
like this for me...its just kind of..creepy?!]
Why are people such shitty gift-givers?
I got so much money, perfume, clothes,
A TV...ridiculous things that, sure, I'll use,
but will hardly think twice about when I do.
I'm not that difficult of a person.
I love art, music, and surfing.
Instead of my loved-ones taking
my three-passions into consideration,
and giving me something I'll love and be excited about
they make it completely difficult for themselves by
coming up with something that any normal person
sucked into any gift-buying zone would buy.
Why am I even going into this.
I know I'm coming off as a
spoiled,
selfish,
picky,
stengy
little brat,
but bare with me, like I said I'm PMSing.
That usually comes with venting, and bitterness.
I just don't understand how some guy
that has known me for 2 weeks
could know what I would enjoy
moreso than my brother,
sister,
mom,
dad,
grandparents,
boyfriend,
friend,
etc.
IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME!
Why do I even care?!
Because having a star named after you is a big deal!
Okay, I'm done.
_________________________
Thinking out loud
or not, but you get it.
I looked up some clinics online today.
I need to see a psychiatrist.
And a nutritionist.
I need a physical trainer.
First, I need the balls to tell my parents.
I know it's weird to post this online,
but I'm sure no one is reading this anyway.
I need to go buy some more art supplies.
My effing supplies box is covered in india ink.
I don't know how it spilled out, either.
I hadn't even opened it.
I sat down this morning and drew 5 different faces
from 5 different angles.
I need to do that more often.
I watched the other surf DVD that
Phil got me for my birthday.
It's a lot better than I expected.
It's about how surfing sells so much,
and how they use extreme sports in
almost every marketing aspect to sell
off their product.
i.e.
sodas
cars
clothes
shoes
travel
etc.
It was pretty interesting.
_________________________________
Finally
Okay, so I'm going to get in the shower,
run some errands for my dad,
clean up the house,
and do whatever the crap
I can to pass the time until
I have some social contact with another.
Yhill
It sucked.
Yesterday
I met Amanda for lunch at
Sweet ~N~ Savory yesterday.
I didn't have much of an appetite, though.
She gave me the stuff she bought me
while she was in Mexico.
This beautiful beaded necklace with
a sun-shaped shell in the middle.
It's awesome.
I wore it all day.
She also got me some Tortuga Rum Cake.
I. Love. Rum.
A shot glass, for Rum.
And a little elephant marble piece.
:)
After that, we went shopping and I got a
Dooney & Bourke pocket book.
They're pretty cute.
I got a pair of polka-dotted shoes, too.
Black & White are supposed to be
'must-have' colors for Spring,
according to Vogue.
I just have this Gift Card to Belk
and I have no clue what to get.
I can't find any decent-looking clothes,
so I'm just buying ridiculous things that
I would never buy if I had the cash.
Victoria's Secret is having their
semi-annual sale, again.
OMG.
_______________________
Movies
So after the mall,
I picked up Tacoma from her house
and we headed over to Jordan's house
(Amanda's boyfriend)
and watched this crazy show,
HOUSE.
Then we left to the movies to see
The Ringer.
It was ridiculous.
Don't see it!
______________________________
Random Card
I'm seriously stressing out about
registering for classes on Thursday.
It's going to suck.
And isn't it just fabulous that I have
the entire week off with the exception of
Friday and Saturday morning.
WTF.
Oh well, my check Friday will be beautiful.
I'm finally getting pretty-looking numbers
in my bank account again.
It's quite comforting.
I think I'm a bit OCD about my finances.
I know I get it from my Father.
Tonight I'm going to go to this
car-dealership and help them with
accounting to pick up a quick 50 bucks.
That'll be sweet.
I need to start babysitting again.
___________________________
Complaining
I woke up this morning at 6:38 am
and I couldn't stop crying.
I'm PMSing hardcore style.
I'm so sick of people telling me one thing,
and acting another way.
Ugh.
Oh yea, and Phil should've called me
after dinner last night.
That would've helped.
___________________________
The Star Ordeal
So, this guy named a star after me.
That's definitely the best gift anyone
could have ever given to me,
but it came from someone I hardly know
and could (excuse my honesty) careless about.
Don't get me wrong, I freaked out!
Was so incredibly stoked and couldn't
take my eyes off of the booklet,
certificate, coordinates...everything.
But like I said before.
It's definitely the best gift anyone
has ever given me, but it came from
someone I don't even care about,
so it's completely void of any sentimental value.
And that is so frustrating to me.
[Not to mention how odd it is
to have a basic stranger doing something
like this for me...its just kind of..creepy?!]
Why are people such shitty gift-givers?
I got so much money, perfume, clothes,
A TV...ridiculous things that, sure, I'll use,
but will hardly think twice about when I do.
I'm not that difficult of a person.
I love art, music, and surfing.
Instead of my loved-ones taking
my three-passions into consideration,
and giving me something I'll love and be excited about
they make it completely difficult for themselves by
coming up with something that any normal person
sucked into any gift-buying zone would buy.
Why am I even going into this.
I know I'm coming off as a
spoiled,
selfish,
picky,
stengy
little brat,
but bare with me, like I said I'm PMSing.
That usually comes with venting, and bitterness.
I just don't understand how some guy
that has known me for 2 weeks
could know what I would enjoy
moreso than my brother,
sister,
mom,
dad,
grandparents,
boyfriend,
friend,
etc.
IT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE TO ME!
Why do I even care?!
Because having a star named after you is a big deal!
Okay, I'm done.
_________________________
Thinking out loud
or not, but you get it.
I looked up some clinics online today.
I need to see a psychiatrist.
And a nutritionist.
I need a physical trainer.
First, I need the balls to tell my parents.
I know it's weird to post this online,
but I'm sure no one is reading this anyway.
I need to go buy some more art supplies.
My effing supplies box is covered in india ink.
I don't know how it spilled out, either.
I hadn't even opened it.
I sat down this morning and drew 5 different faces
from 5 different angles.
I need to do that more often.
I watched the other surf DVD that
Phil got me for my birthday.
It's a lot better than I expected.
It's about how surfing sells so much,
and how they use extreme sports in
almost every marketing aspect to sell
off their product.
i.e.
sodas
cars
clothes
shoes
travel
etc.
It was pretty interesting.
_________________________________
Finally
Okay, so I'm going to get in the shower,
run some errands for my dad,
clean up the house,
and do whatever the crap
I can to pass the time until
I have some social contact with another.
Yhill