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Listy

Listy

What the hell is up with these new Midol commercials? I’m sure you’ve seen them. "You’re wearing a bikini? While you’re on your period?" Ugh. Okay, I don’t wear bikinis in general, just because that would be unpleasant for all parties involved. But still, this commercial just pisses me off. The two girls questioning bikini clad girl seem to think that your period makes you too tired, bloated and cramped to wear such garments. What the hell? I can’t remember ever thinking I was "too tired" to wear something. Whatever. That’s pretty frickin’ stupid.

Sorry about that. My anger is just a little unfocused today. I’m pissed at the world. It sounds like "list all the things that make you mad" time.

The traffic around here totally sucks. Everyone drives a good 10 mph below the speed limit. The speed limit in the area is 65. People average something between 50 and 55. This morning the limit was lowered because of some crappy construction deal. The new speed was 55. Everyone did 45, of course, and since the road was narrowed to one lane I had to travel at this ridiculously slow pace. Ugh. I wanted to tear out my hair.

Grace makes me so angry I could slap her. Her stupid speech patterns are beyond annoying. She calls me baby all the time. She wants to go to the Big Spring Jam with me. She keeps going on and on about my hair. She gets excited about any damn thing I say. When she’s excited about something, she has to repeat some exclamatory word or phrase three times in her most chipper tone. "How was your weekend, baby?" "It was ok." "Good, good, good!" *STAB!*

My poor car is apparently unhappy with the way I treat it. I’ve always considered myself a kind and generous owner. I used to keep it nice and clean (that’s ended recently, due to my recent laziness). I always used to buy it middle grade gas instead of the cheap crap. I still do when I can afford it. I made sure the brakes and oil were always taken care of. And it repays me by attempting to kill me. The brakes went out. My step-dad had to replace the master cylinder. The brakes still don’t work. My step-dad also nearly destroyed the car. He managed to just break off the driver’s side mirror instead. Poor car.

But I suppose I have some things to be happy about. They aren’t as important to me, so I’ll waste less of my descriptive prowess on them.

I bought a Jump Drive! It’s like having 88 floppies in my pocket!

I’m not in high school! School started July freakin’ 29 this year. Sucks for my sister.

I bought the first season of the Joe Schmo Show! I found the entire premise to be absolute genius. I loved it.

My yearbook job is over! Woo!

Now I have no job to distract me from the endless misery of waiting hand and foot (no pun intended) on my handi-capable roommate. Kill me now. This is getting really ridiculous. I pinpointed another of her annoying talky things earlier. She says "otay." She doesn’t just do it occasionally, she does it all the damn time.

I’ve been reduced to watching I Love the 80s again. The good news is that Ben Folds was on it! Woo! They were talking about key-tars, and most folks agreed they were completely lame. But not Ben. Ben is the great and all powerful master of the key-tar. Ah, Ben. And that Dan Savage is fucking hilarious. He’s also hot. Alas. The Barenaked Ladies are funny as hell too.

I feel like I’ve abandoned my family. I tried very hard to get to this point. Estrangement seemed to be something for which to strive. It’s the cool thing to do. The problem is, I don’t really have a reason to dislike my family. I don’t particularly enjoy spending terribly extended periods of time with them, but a week or so at a time is wonderful. I miss talking to my mom. I miss making fun of crappy Japanese movies with my dad. I miss hitting my sister. I mean…I miss…talking…to…my sister. Yes, that’s what I mean.

Since this morning, when I began this entry, Grace has pretty much told me I could go to the BSJ all by myself! Woo! Xavier has a theory as to why I resented Grace so completely as soon as I got back from my weekend at home. It’s pretty simple, really. My family is exquisitely cynical. Grace is perpetually chipper. I built an immunity to her ways in the weeks I stayed here. Going home completely destroyed that immunity. Thank you family! Thank you for reminding me what it’s like to be bitter! I missed it! I can’t stand all this fucking happiness.

I might manage to get something useful done now that I don’t have to drive to the damn school. I still have to rewrite the paper I was asked to rewrite at the beginning of this summer. I could possibly win cash money! Cash! Money! I also have to finish harassing the financial aid folk. They better not fuck me out of going to school this fall. That would completely suck. I’d have to kill some people. I hope my good buddy PJ (formerly referred to as Rave Boy) can make it back to school. I’ll miss him if he doesn’t. Xavier told me I should drop out of my current school and go to Crap Community College with him. I declined, but politely. It’s nice to know he still cares.

Life keeps kind of switching things around on me. I was depressed as hell when I moved to school. I left all the people who loved me. They missed me, but I none of us could do anything about it. We all just ignored that pain in hopes that it would go away. I completely separated myself from that "past life." And it worked out. I met new people (By people, I of course mean Pat. Pat!). It’s all flip-flopped again. Being here completely sucks. I miss all my old friends again. They miss me again. I’m pretty sure that’s been going on all along, but we all just buried it in the backgrounds of our busy lives. That system only works as long as our lives are busy. As soon as school starts we can all forget about each other again. Until then, I have anti-depressants. Woo Zoloft!

Also, fuck Grace’s stupid Windows 98 and its lack of Jump Drive drivers. Fuck it more over for its lack of WinZip, which prohibits the installation of said drivers. Grr.

9:51 a.m. - August 04, 2004

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