I have stress. However, that doesn't change the fact that dub i dub i dub i du bu bu, dub i dub i dub i yeah yeah, dub i dub i du bu bu, I don't need your love! Jamie has started reading this journal, which disturbs me. Hey, Jamie. Sup. You're still my puppy as I write this, by the way.
Anyway, as I said, I have stress. I can prove this, because I have a freaking ugly painful "ouch this really hurts" cold sore. That I've had for like... a long time, and it's not healing, and it huuuuurts! Last Thursday night, in addition to stress, I had misdirected anger. Therefore, I enlightened Han-chan as to all my stress and anger by saying stressed/angry things in all capital letters. ;o I was very, very upset that night because instead of staying at home like the lazy bum I am, I was to be spending my three-day weekend in Dallas at the baptism of the baby daughter of a cousin I honestly am not acquainted with. Well, I mean, that's what I was reacting to in my extreme upsetness-- upsetness, that does not look classy, but I think upsetity doesn't work-- but judging by the sheer amount of anger/stress/upsetitude that came out of it, that wasn't really the cause. Course I have no idea what the cause IS, unless it's just reverberations of the same reason my cat has stress (!). No, seriously, one of my cats, Cutie, is really stressed out. They put him on kitty antidepressants. O_O It's all because AnJa went away. She may read this, I dunno, it seems she reads the journal sometimes, but anyway, I want her to be happy at UT and everything, but so much of the time I just want her to quit and come home. Well, I am adjusting, though. *shrug* Even though I have cold sores and my shoulders hurt. T_T As for Thursday night, darling Cutie sensed how upset I was and gave me head-butts. ::hugs Cutie::
And now for more complaining. We're doing this song in Soundsations called "I've Got a Crush on You." It's really mushy and pusillanimous, but you know, I was like, okay, this is kinda cute, I'll be okay with this. But then we got assigned partners for it, right? Of course, right, because with such a song, when you have ten girls and ten guys in a group, you have partners, and they act like they have crushes on each other, and things. And honestly, for serious, there is only *ONE GUY* in Soundsations that I really don't want to be partnered with for anything. The rest, I might not actually enjoy, but I wouldn't be like "I sure wish I weren't partnered with them." And guess who's my partner? Ai YAA!!! He has sweaty palms and the other day he called me "Rach." And I'm like excuse me? Are you allowed to call me "Rach"? The answer is no! But I mean, I didn't say anything like that. *blink*
I got my school pictures. .... hooray. Cooper says I look prettier than that in real life, which may aid my slipping self-confidence. Well, as many of you may know, I alternate between periods of "Dang, I look good / Check my skillz, baby / Everyone is jealous of my goddess physique" and "Everyone is laughing at my gorgon-like appearance / I suck, at everything / I am like the manatee in all ways except the gracefulness". Blaaaaaargh. Maybe, in general, I'm just poorly adjusted.
AI YAAAA!! Poor Harper!!!! ;_; He got raped by Magog O_O()()()()() No, like for serious O_O()()()()() They didn't mention that really, though. On previous episodes, they always said "rape," but on that one they said "infest". Maybe they didn't want really excessive disturbance to the viewers. Harper r0xX0rZ! So it's too bad he's pregnant with Magog babies. Tyr got raped too, but since he's hoss Trance sucked the babies out. However, Harper is not hoss, therefore baby-sucking would cause death. Poor little dude.
4ndr0m3d4 0wnZ0rZ m3.
Whoo-hoo! Beatrix is cool! =O
Since I skipped writing for like another week or something, there's lots of stuff I should talk about, but I don't feel like it. Instead, I'll just tell about the dream I had a few nights ago and then end the entry. Well, in real life, not the dream, I mailed my letter to Brad Swaile a couple weeks ago. And not in real life, but in the dream, I got a response! w00t4g3! ...however, he didn't write back, he just sent a package with some clothes and a magazine. The magazine had a picture of him on the cover and an interview inside, and the clothes were really nice (he had apparently randomly decided to buy me some clothes and send them...?) but they were size 2. So, I guess he was just guessing what size I'd be from the way I wrote or something? But size 2's not even a real size! Bugger! Anyway, I was beyond flattered that he took the time to go shopping and pick clothes for me, but I was also disappointed that there was no letter or anything... just weird. I mean, it wans't like getting a response to a letter, it was like getting something from a mail-order catalog. Kinda weird. Anyway, I anxiously wish I will get a response to my letter very soon! *_*
I told the truth-- now that I have finished telling about the dream, the entry ends.