First off let me just say, Jade is more talented than me. He can hold a pocket mirror and put on eyeliner...I can't do that. I need both my hands to put on eyeliner and he does it with hand and it still looks better. Ok so my day. Well I awoke at about 9 and got up right away. I cleaned my ears and found that the first one, the one that had made me faint had dried blood whereas the other didn't so that could be what made me react like that but still it baffles me. It didn't hurt that bad but still I like fainted or blacked out of whatever it was. Well when I was done, I started getting ready to go see my mom. I knew that if I got ready right away, I would still have time to go online and check my messages and beat my dad to the bathroom. Haha he spends almost as much time in there as I do. Well I got all prettified well as much as I could having greasy hair that was doing this weird flat thing on the top where it was being a pain in th ass. That's what I get for not showering the night before but I did sorta pass out. My head started like hurting and I wasn't feeling all that swell and I passed out on the couch. So I did my best with my hair and spent some time on my make-up because I had gotten a cool idea. So here is what I did, step by step because it really looked awesome. So first I did the basic black eyeliner all the way around the eye then I did the basic mascara on top and bottom eyelashes. Oh I curled my eyelashes before I put on the mascara, I forgot to do it after, oh well. Okay then what I did was put a coat of this deep blue on the whole top lid. Then over that I patted this dark red pinkish color over the blue to give it this purpleish color. Then what I did was above the edge of where I stopped the blue, I brushed on the red color up to my eyebrows and feathered it out a little bit and made it blend into the blue a bit. Then I got my pastel sparkly blue pencil and used my small foam brush to spread the paste is a small line above my eyeliner but on the bottom, I only went a little bit. Then to finish, I used the red color and feathered it under my eye very lightly. Yeah and this really didn't take long. But doing this I only had time to see that I had unread messages then we left about an hour late. We had woke up late. So off we were and we had to stop and buy flowers and a card for Kathie. Then we stopped and got some candy...two 1 1/2 pound bags...hehe. And then we were finally going so we ending up being like 3 hours late. So My dad dropped me off with my mom. Oh my god, my sister is the cutest but loudest little thing. She has some attitude...she got from her father and that isn't suppose to be racist. Well anyways, Troy, her boyfriend works at bowling alley so we decided to go bowling because it was free but we stopped at the dollar store first and my mom got me some purple eyeliner. Yes, I'm cool like that. I always wanted purple eyeliner. So then we went bowling and found out that I don't suck as much as I thought. I got 2 strikes in one game and in that game, I got a 109. Yeah, I was so happy I got past 100. Troy won though but he also works there so I didn't feel so bad. Now the second game...oh was that bad... lets just say, the pins didn't move a lot. I only got a 67. Yeah I sucked. But I found that my sister likes me. Like she would scream...and by scream I mean this girl, if her scream was any higher, she could call dogs. Well she would scream and I would pick her up and she would stop. Yeah I felt special. Now you know how people talk to kids and stuff? Well, I'm so not a kid person. I tried to talk to her but felt stupid so yeah I didn't talk much to her. Oh did I mention that I found out that I stood out in this area...yeah I hate to like label people but like everyone there was like gangster...yeah my all black, vans and bright make-up stood out. I got looks. It was funny. It amused me. Well anyways, after two games, we went back to her apartment place thingy. Shi took a nap and my mom wanted to see some pictures of Davey so I gladly showed her and just like my dad she liked him better without make-up. Some how we got in a conversation about religion and I told her honstly how I felt and like we talked about how they were like robots and how I wasn't sure if I did truely believe in God or if I only thought I did because everyone on my dad's side of the family so desperately wants me to be Christian or if I'm just going through a phase and rebeling. It was nice to talk about that. I kinda needed to get it out though she doesn't let you talk much. Well after a couple hours, my dad called and was done with the hospital so he was coming to pick me up. When we got home, he asked if I wanted to come with him to fix Monica's car and I don't know what I was really thinking but I said no. I told him to tell them I was with my mom. Which I found out was good because it saved me a fight with mons. So when I got home, I took a long shower. I felt so dirty and I think I just needed to wash somethings away. It felt really good. When I got out, I decided to cut and paint my nails because I didn't want to risk going online and mons being online plus my nails needed to be painted, badly. I feel like such a girl. I painted them black with purple tips. That would be cool if my hair was those colors. It would be cool to have black hair, I could do so many cool things with colors and such with it. Well anyways, then I went online and answered my many messages and looked at pictures of random things...and I'm not going to lie, some were of Davey and Jade. When my dad came home, he asked if I wanted to go pay rent with him and like always I said sure and went with him. I just put on my coat and left in my pjs because he said we were just going to pay rent. Because my dad is awesome we rocked out to AFI decemberunderground. Like the volume was way up and the car was shaking and we were both singing along at the top of out lungs. It's pretty awesome that my dad like some of their songs mostly Miss Murder but still, it would suck if he hated them and disapproved of them. When we were half there he was like, "You have some Nickelback?" and I was like, "Of course." so we played Nickelback. When we were almost there, we turned into this place and I look around to see its Krispy Kreme doughnuts, now I love Krispy Kreme doughnuts but this requires me getting out with my hair in puff ball on top of my hair, no make-up and in my holey plaid pjs...
"I thought I wouldn't get out?"
"Okay if you don't want to..." and he starts turn around.
"No wait. What about the drive through?"
"We don't get a free doughnut then."
I sighed. "Look at my hair."
"No one is going to see you. Theres just punks in there."
"What if I know those punks?"
"There like 10."
I sighed again and got out. "Fine." I pulled up my hood and walked to the door and we look in and there are teenagers in there.
"Oh well its just some kids. That guy has some weird pants and an afro."
"I have pants like those."
They were like bondage pants. So we got doughnuts and left. I'm gonna get fat...Well anyway we paid rent then my dad was like,
"You know what sounds good?"
"What?"
"Sushi."
"Sushi does sound good."
We talked a little more on what to get for dinner but found like very asian place was closed on sundays. Is it an asia holiday? So we stopped at this meditraian place and I got an application and stuff. It was okay but it was no sushi. So after we ate, I came on here. Yeah pretty boring. Now I'm looking at pictures, looking at jewerly, and answering posts. My ears hurt.
Music: Hollow by Pantera
Random thought: vinegaria.com go there, awesome art work.
Mood: N/A
lala, he's as hollow, lala
Keeping Out of Direct Sunlight
We are the ones with the radiating eyes. We are the Ones who have a fire inside. We are the ones only we can recognize. We've been rejected (we've been rejected)- Suffered the ignorance, suffered the selfishness, been pushed so far down now comes our time to surface. Turn from the light, that made them all go blind. We've been protected (we've been protected) ALL ARISE TO WHAT WE BRING,OUTSTRETCHED HANDS, UNFOLDED WINGS. We've hurt ourselves, and I feel the sting of broken hearts and burning wings...
Sunday, February 4, 2007
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