why people pierce their infant daughters' ears.
what possesses people to eat fungus.
how it can be chilly enough for a blanket in the middle of May.
as such, I am looking for a car for my sister to drive. preferrably a 1958 red and white Plymouth Fury that answers to "Christine".
so the parents went up snowmobiling for the weekend. because of this, the past three nights were nights that I'd be ok with my sister and Subway having a sleepover since I could just steal my mom's bed. but how does she spend the weekend? at his place. she's spent all of 45 minutes at home the past few days, which isn't a problem. except he doesn't have a license at the moment and so they're taking the only car at home, leaving me stranded in a house with naught but cereal to survive on. meanwhile she's off on gastronomical adventures and can't be bothered to bring me a goddamn sandwich. I haven't eaten meat in days. not good for the ol' digestive system. and I just know that the moment the parents come home and I have to sleep on the other side of the wall again is when she'll decide it's high time for a sleepover.
and now here I am, next door, babysitting the most high-maintenance eleven year old boy on the face of the earth who's "sick" but probably just doesn't want to go to school. I missed all of one day in my three years of middle school. he's lucky his mother feels guilty about having to be working Monday to Friday every week, though I'm sure it bothers her more than him that she can't spend much time with him. and the dog is pissing me off, whining about every gust of wind. I need one of those electronic gadget things that makes dogs shut up.
when it's 3:15 and you're wide awake and someone is doing the deed in the next room.
things that make you go "bluuuuuurh".
on Monday I went to the mall, as I've done so many times before. everything was normal. until I passed by Hot Topic.
when I was younger and liked to think I was rebellious, I would venture in and occasionally buy something. I'm pretty sure my kickass Sex Pistols tee was purchased there. back then, the store was filled with punk, goth, and metal apparel and accessories. there was a male-to-female transgendered cashier. the walls and ceiling-tiles were all black. it was naughty and it pissed off my mother.
as I got older, Hot Topic seemed to change. more and more emo stuff was popping up in there, and then the scene hooey was in the window displays. Twilight tee-shirts. Avril Lavigne.
and then, it happened.
this week, in the window, I saw not one, not two, but tree Justin Bieber tee-shirts.
goodbye Hot Topic. you had a great run.
that's seriously at the top of my Christmas list. no lie. and hair elastics. and knitting needles. I do want a NOOKcolor, maybe a decent camera, but the socks are top priority. Kiddo thinks I'm crazy and should ask for a PS3 or something else I wouldn't get much use out of.
Brandy was eliminated and Bristol is still there. when will Republicans learn not to vote? they ruin everything.