Ray Charles died. It's a sad day for music.
I went on a search for the Jake G. cover of Entertainment Weekly, and I didn't find it. I went to four stores. FOUR. I hate weekly mags sometimes. Here's to hoping they have it at Half Price Books. I'll have to do my buy two copies thing, because, of course, I need one copy to keep in tact and the other one to cut up. Speaking of cut up, I need to find an old magazine in my box to get out a picture or two of Michael Ealy. (he was Ricky in Barbershop.)
Anyway, I am trying not to go postal here at home. My grandma's still here, and I'm the ONLY one who's trying to be helpful to her. My brother tends to avoid her. So I get her food and everything, and I have to make sure my brother isn't being stupid and taking the van places, and I'm super-bored and agitated, and much as I love my grandma, I keep wishing that she'd leave already so I could actually DO stuff.
I wish my dad would shut up about school. I wish he would realize that I don't care about cost or "prestige", I just do not want to go to college here. It's bad enough I had to abandon my plans for Elon because of money, but to stay here four more years? No. I'm sorry, but I can't do it. I don't want to. I don't care about the differences between high school and college; I don't like this state or being here. End of story.
I wish it were Monday already, so I could go to the movies with Natalie and forget about being all bored and stuff for two hours. And that I had Maroon 5 and John Mayer tickets in my grubby little hands. And a job to fund my varying likes.
I like the tagline for
leo_daily: We're going to party like it's 1998! Sometimes, I swear I miss the '90s and being silly and like every other girl in America and loving Leonardo DiCaprio.
I downloaded the new Backstreet Boys song. (shut up shut up) Okay, I'm going to buy the new album because I'm twelve. It's a super-catchy song.
Someone on the WB loves me, because Maroon 5 AND Joss Stone performing on Pepsi Smash? LOVE.
I hate dialup, yes I do. I hate dialup, how about you?
I went on a search for the Jake G. cover of Entertainment Weekly, and I didn't find it. I went to four stores. FOUR. I hate weekly mags sometimes. Here's to hoping they have it at Half Price Books. I'll have to do my buy two copies thing, because, of course, I need one copy to keep in tact and the other one to cut up. Speaking of cut up, I need to find an old magazine in my box to get out a picture or two of Michael Ealy. (he was Ricky in Barbershop.)
Anyway, I am trying not to go postal here at home. My grandma's still here, and I'm the ONLY one who's trying to be helpful to her. My brother tends to avoid her. So I get her food and everything, and I have to make sure my brother isn't being stupid and taking the van places, and I'm super-bored and agitated, and much as I love my grandma, I keep wishing that she'd leave already so I could actually DO stuff.
I wish my dad would shut up about school. I wish he would realize that I don't care about cost or "prestige", I just do not want to go to college here. It's bad enough I had to abandon my plans for Elon because of money, but to stay here four more years? No. I'm sorry, but I can't do it. I don't want to. I don't care about the differences between high school and college; I don't like this state or being here. End of story.
I wish it were Monday already, so I could go to the movies with Natalie and forget about being all bored and stuff for two hours. And that I had Maroon 5 and John Mayer tickets in my grubby little hands. And a job to fund my varying likes.
I like the tagline for
I downloaded the new Backstreet Boys song. (shut up shut up) Okay, I'm going to buy the new album because I'm twelve. It's a super-catchy song.
Someone on the WB loves me, because Maroon 5 AND Joss Stone performing on Pepsi Smash? LOVE.
I hate dialup, yes I do. I hate dialup, how about you?
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Date: 2004-06-11 12:35 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 12:59 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 01:00 am (UTC)... but new BSB song? Do tell...
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Date: 2004-06-11 01:15 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 01:15 am (UTC)Oh BSB. Oh Howie. [sighs]
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Date: 2004-06-11 01:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 01:17 am (UTC)my friend andrew played "Split Screen Sadness" on his guitar for me.
i think i cried.
ps: im twelve too.
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Date: 2004-06-11 01:24 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 01:34 am (UTC)I spend most of the time picking myself up off the floor (*thud*) and wishing I was John Mayer's guitar (sexy, sexy hands).
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Date: 2004-06-11 03:11 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 03:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-11 03:58 am (UTC)I'm sorry things aren't going well with the grams around. =( I somewhat know how it goes, because we had stayed a few months with my grandma last year after my grandpa died. =\ Things didn't go too well. At all, lol.
NEW BACKSTREET BOY SONG?!?!?!?
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Date: 2004-06-11 08:39 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-06-12 11:10 pm (UTC)