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Dec. 16th, 2005 07:48 amSomeone explain why I am perfectly capable of ignoring America's Next Top Model when it originally airs, but when VH1 shoves it all in a block, I cannot turn away?
I'm cooooooolld. It's funny. When I'm outside and everyone else is whining about the cold, I'm fine. But I come up here and after awhile I'm pretty much encased in ice.
On a whim I asked the parental units for a bike for christmas. I know, I felt all of eight again. I didn't think this would be a huge problem. Apparently I thought wrong. I should have just said, "buy Alice a friend." Muuuuuch easier. But no. I was all, hey, if I have a bike again, I might use it. And then I might lose a pound or two and have some me time. Fool. FOOL.
Mom keeps commenting on her inability to find one or something, and there's no polite way to say I would very much appreciate a gift this year since every other year when I go without and am told, "hey, we'll get you one in a couple of weeks when we can find it, okay?" that never happens. [Yes, I still hold a grudge for the birthday I was promised Tori tickets and they never came into being even though she was in town, not just in state/the area. Still.] I admit it's entirely possible/probable that she's just taunting me, but I get twitchy. The only people I really kind of 'expect' gifts from are my parents, and they frequently screw me over in favor of the boy getting some super cool gift.
the tori world mocks me! Who do I have to kill to get the Glory of the 80's video? Who? Cuz I will. You know I will.
Wrapped Ryan's presents yesterday. Sent them too. Need to wrap everyone else's, organize them, and find someplace safe for them. Maybe move the MyScene fleet and pile them on Bob. The desk is named Bob, remember.
I need to buy a whole bunch of magazine holders, or cave and buy one of those freaky expensive but nifty ones that holds a bunch.
Someone, come be the official person who brushes my hair. If you time it properly, you can probably talk me into damn near anything once you're done. All blissed out and sleepy when someone else takes the time to mess with my hair.
*returns to fruits basket*
I'm cooooooolld. It's funny. When I'm outside and everyone else is whining about the cold, I'm fine. But I come up here and after awhile I'm pretty much encased in ice.
On a whim I asked the parental units for a bike for christmas. I know, I felt all of eight again. I didn't think this would be a huge problem. Apparently I thought wrong. I should have just said, "buy Alice a friend." Muuuuuch easier. But no. I was all, hey, if I have a bike again, I might use it. And then I might lose a pound or two and have some me time. Fool. FOOL.
Mom keeps commenting on her inability to find one or something, and there's no polite way to say I would very much appreciate a gift this year since every other year when I go without and am told, "hey, we'll get you one in a couple of weeks when we can find it, okay?" that never happens. [Yes, I still hold a grudge for the birthday I was promised Tori tickets and they never came into being even though she was in town, not just in state/the area. Still.] I admit it's entirely possible/probable that she's just taunting me, but I get twitchy. The only people I really kind of 'expect' gifts from are my parents, and they frequently screw me over in favor of the boy getting some super cool gift.
the tori world mocks me! Who do I have to kill to get the Glory of the 80's video? Who? Cuz I will. You know I will.
Wrapped Ryan's presents yesterday. Sent them too. Need to wrap everyone else's, organize them, and find someplace safe for them. Maybe move the MyScene fleet and pile them on Bob. The desk is named Bob, remember.
I need to buy a whole bunch of magazine holders, or cave and buy one of those freaky expensive but nifty ones that holds a bunch.
Someone, come be the official person who brushes my hair. If you time it properly, you can probably talk me into damn near anything once you're done. All blissed out and sleepy when someone else takes the time to mess with my hair.
*returns to fruits basket*
