In Memory of Cassandra

Women be wise, keep your mouth shut, don't advertise your man Don't sit around gossiping, explaining what your good man really can do Some women nowadays, Lord they ain't no good They will laugh in your face, Then try to steal your man from you Women be wise, keep your mouth shut, don't advertise your man Don't be no fool

Saturday, May 29, 2004

it's extremely cold in my house. I'm not really sure why, but I'm sure that its uncomfortable and it makes me want to pee an awful lot. Now that Ive shared that bit of uncomfortable conversation killer, I'm going to try to figure out what I feel like doing.

My dad is kinda getting on my nerves. He just keeps picking at everything I like and finding things for himself to disapprove of in them. I know that I do this too sometimes, I get in moods where I'm just kinda snippy and agitated with things, and so I'm willing to cut him some slack. Recognition is half the battle...yeah right.

I feel like cutting my hair. Or dying it- though I'm not sure I want to deal with the hassle of dying it. Plus after I dyed it black and had that whole ordeal about getting it back to normal...I'm not sure if it'd be so smart an idea to mess with it again. Especially since I'm gonna be going back to school in a few months when my hair starts to grow out again, and then I don't want to be embarrased. I don't know... if I don't get into rutgers then I wont really have anything to worry about because I'll be going to douglass but living at home- so having terribly awkward hair wont really matter because I wont really know anyone or have any relationships. God I just have to get in. And when I do I am going to need to party, celebrate, relieve the anxiety that right now I'm gently suppressing and casually shrugging off as if it were some minor hiccup in my confidence and well-being. Ok rambling needs to end. I need to write more, I'm beginning to lose my touch.

My dad and brothers helped me realize today that the guy who pissed me off last night would have pissed me off no matter what he did last night, although his actions weren't particularly smart. no i dont mean lizardman. who could stay mad at a lizardman? i mean another.

My brother should form a band. I'd really like to be able to sing with him, we don't sound bad together, I just don't know all his songs. I think that'd be awesome. I could play bass and he could play guitar. I might just give it a try this summer. I have to do something. I'm gonna start painting next week too. I know exactly what I'm gonna try. =-)

But yeah.. something with the hair has got to change. I'm tired of this.

i have to gorgeous myself, everyone needs a little gorgeous every once in a while.
damnit i have to pee again. damn cold!

oh and i told my dad what "bling bling" meant... and "frosting". he's funny.

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