Anyways, got that out, not that I didn't with several other people. I was just reminded of how angry I am since I watched a bio of J.K. for a few minutes a little while ago.
Yeah, not anything new, but since I'm sort of gittery and bouncy (the most I get usually, anyways), I'm going to talk about absolutely nothing in particular that either make no sense or will blow your brain because you couldn't care less. So, I'm warning you, this is just a random post that will bore you to death. Just skip over it. I update this livejournal for me, not for you. :]
So tomorrow, I'm FINALLY going to finish painting my fucking room. I'm tired of looking at the unfinished walls. I wish I had gone darker since I feel so cozy in rooms with dark walls, it just feels like one big enclosure that's all for me. But, I'm stuck with my choice of this light beige thing on three walls, and a medium plum thing whatever on one wall. I'm dying my canopy black (that's right, bitches, I have a canopy), and painting my "lingerie chest" and vanity black and repainting my dresser white 'cause it's all nasty and dirty.
And tomorrow, since I have nothing to do, my mom is taking me to Millenium Mall (I hate that mall, it's so... grr... dull) and Bell's Outlet.... just because.... and I'm hoping that I find some kickass shit there, because I hate both places and I'm only going because I reeealllyyy want new clothes. After that I'm gonna see if I can drag my mom to Goodwill, Community Thrift Store, and this one "boutique" because all three are always worth looking through... Yeahhh...
And my dad talked me into going over to his house tomorrow night and "playing games" with some "company" he's having, whatever the fuck that means. I've been over at his house three times this week, which is an amazingly large amount of time compared to how often I usually am there. He asked me to come over TONIGHT, but I said fucking no because I had other things to do.
And... I'm doing something with Jess finally on Monday because I love her lotslots and haven't been anywhere with her for... well, a pathetically long time and now's as good a time as ever.
But... I keep neglecting my other friends, too. :[ I need to call Becca and see if she wants to do something sometime soon, because she's like my rapebuddy. (And I should stop being a bitch and call Omar, but fucking a., I talk to him little anymore .)
And now I feel a little retarded writing that, I don't know why, maybe because it's so out of character for me.
... My mom is a cunt.
Okay, now it's better.