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Feb. 11th, 2012 12:19 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
potato_headOkay first of all you know that thing that happens sometimes where you get a new album by an artist you like and you're all 'some of these songs I am not sure about' or even 'oh god this one song is terrible'
But you keep listening to the album because the other songs are great, and eventually those songs that you used to not like become like, your favorite songs on the album?
No? IDK maybe this just happens to me because I freak out about change, did you know I would still be using a portable CD player instead of my iPodshuffle nano (gd these ipod names) except they don't sell portable CD players any more, I am serious, I watched the selection at Best Buy dwindle down to two selections and now it's just gone.
Okay anyways my POINT WAS that happens to me all the time, and the only song I didn't like on Imaginareum was Slow, Love, Slow and then I got it stuck in my head in the shower a little bit ago, so I guess it's happening again 6 u 9
Alright that was really inane, now for something cooler, this is a conversation from earlier:
Mom: What's going on with your shirt?
Me: ??? *stares at shirt* ???
Dad: The wrinkles. Are you like, smuggling something under there?
Me: Oh that's my binder. It's kind of um, dead.
Mom: Oh why don't you just buy a new one? You buy them online right?
Me: Yeah but they're expensive. I was going to buy a new one at Christmas and then I ran out of money :c
Then it segued into a discussion of my tax returns and whether they're in my bank account now or not but U GUIZ
For reference, when I first BOUGHT that binder, it went like this:
Me: Do we have a cloth tape measurer?
Mom: Why?
Me: I need to measure my bust.
Mom: Why?
Me: I'm buying a binder. For my chest.
Mom: No, you're not.
Me: Yeah, I am.
(This is before she caught up to reality...it's only within the past few months that she's really seeming to understand that the money I make during the summer, which is pretty good money BTW, DD's is a good job if you're lucky and can get it at the right time - anyways she's finally figured out that money actually goes somewhere, and that somewhere is my bank account, and I buy pretty much all my luxury stuff with my own money now; at that point she was still under the impression that she could actually control what I bought because she didn't understand I had my own money)
Also the other day in the car she switched from a gendered word to a gender-neutral one ('student' I think it was) to refer to me. I think part of that was that she was picking me up from therapy so she was more conscious of it but yeah. I am pretty pleased with how things are going maaannn
SPEAKING OF WHICH, sort of.
Third thing is: I am getting a haircut tomorrow. Definitely. Because if I have to live with this mop any longer I will probably take scissors to it myself (I am not actually even exaggerating, I've been thinking about it). Also, LOL, last weekend Dad called me a hippie and said I needed a haircut.
SUGGESTIONS??? I recently found out my last haircut apparently ~scandalized~ my uncle at my cousin's wedding, and TBH it attracted more attention than I was looking for (no really I don't get cool haircuts for attention, I get them because I think they look cool ;n;) but on the other hand I won't be going to any family gatherings for awhile so...maybe I could go with something a little more intense. Regardless, I want to go REALLY short.
FINAL THING. Conversation from just now.
Derek (younger bro) was telling me about a party he was at earlier today. I was going to translate his gestures into paraphrased words, but then I decided transcribing the EXACT conversation was more entertaining.
Derek: And they were cracking open those *makes glow-stick cracky motion*...what are they called?
Me: Glowsticks?
Derek: Yeah and it got like, all in my eyes and in my mouth, LOL.
Me: You mean like, actually cracking them OPEN, not just like, making them glow?
Derek: Yeah like you crack them open and *makes motion like pouring glowstick fluid on self* and then you glow. It was getting all in everybody's eyes because people were just *motions like whipping sticks around to get fluid everywhere*
Me: Somebody is going to die from that O.o
Derek: LOL yeah.
IS THIS WHAT HIGH SCHOOLERS THESE DAYS MEAN BY 'RAVE'???
THAT IS YOUR DAILY DOSE OF ME
SUGGEST HAIRDOS OR I WILL JUST SHAVE IT ALL OFF
(that one was probably an exaggeration)
ETA: it's snowing
It started just a little bit ago when I let Tripper out. I mean literally, I was watching for him to come in, and it started to snow.
IDEK, I think this weather is just messing with me now. Maybe we will get enough snow to actually make snow pokemon though. But I left my boots at school, oh god, SO MUCH WOE, HOW WILL I DO GRAVEYARD EXPLORING WITH TRIPPER OR PLAY IN THE SNOW WITH NO BOOTS ;n;
But you keep listening to the album because the other songs are great, and eventually those songs that you used to not like become like, your favorite songs on the album?
No? IDK maybe this just happens to me because I freak out about change, did you know I would still be using a portable CD player instead of my iPod
Okay anyways my POINT WAS that happens to me all the time, and the only song I didn't like on Imaginareum was Slow, Love, Slow and then I got it stuck in my head in the shower a little bit ago, so I guess it's happening again 6 u 9
Alright that was really inane, now for something cooler, this is a conversation from earlier:
Mom: What's going on with your shirt?
Me: ??? *stares at shirt* ???
Dad: The wrinkles. Are you like, smuggling something under there?
Me: Oh that's my binder. It's kind of um, dead.
Mom: Oh why don't you just buy a new one? You buy them online right?
Me: Yeah but they're expensive. I was going to buy a new one at Christmas and then I ran out of money :c
Then it segued into a discussion of my tax returns and whether they're in my bank account now or not but U GUIZ
For reference, when I first BOUGHT that binder, it went like this:
Me: Do we have a cloth tape measurer?
Mom: Why?
Me: I need to measure my bust.
Mom: Why?
Me: I'm buying a binder. For my chest.
Mom: No, you're not.
Me: Yeah, I am.
(This is before she caught up to reality...it's only within the past few months that she's really seeming to understand that the money I make during the summer, which is pretty good money BTW, DD's is a good job if you're lucky and can get it at the right time - anyways she's finally figured out that money actually goes somewhere, and that somewhere is my bank account, and I buy pretty much all my luxury stuff with my own money now; at that point she was still under the impression that she could actually control what I bought because she didn't understand I had my own money)
Also the other day in the car she switched from a gendered word to a gender-neutral one ('student' I think it was) to refer to me. I think part of that was that she was picking me up from therapy so she was more conscious of it but yeah. I am pretty pleased with how things are going maaannn
SPEAKING OF WHICH, sort of.
Third thing is: I am getting a haircut tomorrow. Definitely. Because if I have to live with this mop any longer I will probably take scissors to it myself (I am not actually even exaggerating, I've been thinking about it). Also, LOL, last weekend Dad called me a hippie and said I needed a haircut.
SUGGESTIONS??? I recently found out my last haircut apparently ~scandalized~ my uncle at my cousin's wedding, and TBH it attracted more attention than I was looking for (no really I don't get cool haircuts for attention, I get them because I think they look cool ;n;) but on the other hand I won't be going to any family gatherings for awhile so...maybe I could go with something a little more intense. Regardless, I want to go REALLY short.
FINAL THING. Conversation from just now.
Derek (younger bro) was telling me about a party he was at earlier today. I was going to translate his gestures into paraphrased words, but then I decided transcribing the EXACT conversation was more entertaining.
Derek: And they were cracking open those *makes glow-stick cracky motion*...what are they called?
Me: Glowsticks?
Derek: Yeah and it got like, all in my eyes and in my mouth, LOL.
Me: You mean like, actually cracking them OPEN, not just like, making them glow?
Derek: Yeah like you crack them open and *makes motion like pouring glowstick fluid on self* and then you glow. It was getting all in everybody's eyes because people were just *motions like whipping sticks around to get fluid everywhere*
Me: Somebody is going to die from that O.o
Derek: LOL yeah.
IS THIS WHAT HIGH SCHOOLERS THESE DAYS MEAN BY 'RAVE'???
THAT IS YOUR DAILY DOSE OF ME
SUGGEST HAIRDOS OR I WILL JUST SHAVE IT ALL OFF
(that one was probably an exaggeration)
ETA: it's snowing
It started just a little bit ago when I let Tripper out. I mean literally, I was watching for him to come in, and it started to snow.
IDEK, I think this weather is just messing with me now. Maybe we will get enough snow to actually make snow pokemon though. But I left my boots at school, oh god, SO MUCH WOE, HOW WILL I DO GRAVEYARD EXPLORING WITH TRIPPER OR PLAY IN THE SNOW WITH NO BOOTS ;n;
