Lies and falsehoods, Padfoot!

Goddamn but it's good to be home.


Ok, so we went to K-Mart last night to buy my mom some gardening gloves for Mother's Day... And Phil is working there again/still. So I talked to him. And it was nice actually. But for the love of God, the coincidence is astounding. He seemed...sincere. And, shockingly, happy. I still think he's wasting his life, but meh. It is his life. So long as he's happy and Hannah is happy, more power to them.

And that's my final word on the subject. (At the moment.)



In a completely random and unrelated story, I want to know how one gets to be a pie contest judge. And then I want that job.

My mom bought me two cacti the other day. I have no idea how to take care of them. How often does one water a cactus? Not very often, I'd imagine.

Other than that I had a lovely time at the mall today with Kristen, Kelli, and Anna, and then went to Kelli's house and saw the biggest puzzle EVER.

And in the midst of new couples, I am still alone.

Which reminds me... Phil and Hannah? WTF? I don't believe it. She's... HANNAH for God's sake!

I'll kill him. I will. Wooden stake, right through the heart.


I think he's more pathetic than me but I can't be sure.

This is going to be very disjointed. Please bear with me. I'm just typing whatever comes into my head.

Here's a thought: Harry's birthday is in July. Assuming Lily had a nine month pregnancy, and having no evidence to the contrary we'll assume that, that puts his conception in October. It's October, and my mind is dirty. If I could I'd write that fic. And it would be absolutely amazingly romantic and hot.

I almost died of the squee today because I went to the Drama Club meeting and the President couldn't get onto the stage, and one guy threw "get thee to a nunnery" into the staged reading, and there was a techie with a screw gun building the set in the background and they had to talk over the noise and they call the faculty by their first names, and it was just perfect.

In Great Russians all 11 of us (two were missing) sat as close as possible to each other at the end of the oval table farthest from the Crazy Russian Woman. It was fucking great. I love messing with teachers.

I sacrificed a pink high-lighter to Alex's soon-to-be-glowing margarita man. Rest In Peace, pink high-lighter.

My Amazon story sucks. I hate my inability to write what I want.

Abby and I watched Chicken Run. She had never seen it before. It was quite the experience.

Cinzia's home for the weekend and I'm scared to sleep in here alone. I am pathetic.

I have exactly no friends who are both male and straight. Not that I mind, but how did that happen?

This entry sounds really bitter now as well as disjointed. Fuck.

I'm glad Vanessa had a good day.

Erin is always on ridiculously late on school nights, but not on the weekends when I need her want to terrorize her. WTF? (I LOVE ERIN and I am grateful for everything she does.)

Lalalalalalalalala.

I still haven't read Jess's story. Or Hannah's. *Is guilty* I will guys, I promise.

I'm avoinding going to sleep right now. I don't really know why.

They guy on Nip/Tuck was cutting himself with this huge fucking steak knife. THAT IS NOT COOL. I told him it wasn't cool, but he didn't listen.

I said the Fuck word a lot in this entry.

And why do I capitolize it?

I don't know why I'm cutting this. In case you don't want to read it I guess. But I wish you would.

( Cut for Angst and other Emotions I hate )


I promise that I don't spend all day obsessing over that. I don't even usually think about him except at night, and that's just a habit that won't die. It's 2:15am and I get weird when I stay up.

All the same it's a really good poem and I wish he could see it.

After calling almost every person I know, and failing to find an available person to go see Red Eye, I decided to get my creepy/hot guy fix by renting Queen of the Damned. I proceded to watch Stuart Townsend parade around half naked and half in skintight leather, and lots of eye make-up. After watching this movie, I suddenly realized why I was so attracted to Phil.

Then Heather called and said the retirement party for her mom was over and did I want to go to the late showing of Red Eye with her and Emalee.

So we went, and let me tell you that I would have done anything that man asked, and then fucked him in the bathroom. (This does not bode well for my real life relationships. I like vampires and calculating secret agents.)

Anyways...Oh yeah. The bathroom scene. God, I could just SEE the thoughts in her head as she was glaring at him in the tiny airplane bathroom: God I hate you and you're evil, yet I find myself strangely attracted to you...Do me?

Jackson: I haven't gone by the name Jack since I was five years old. My full name is Jackson Rippner. Think about it.
Lisa: That was nice of your parents.
Jackson: Yeah that's what I told them. Right before I killed them. (He was kidding. I think.)

Lisa: I've been trying to convince myself of one thing for two years.
Jackson: That it was beyond your control?
Lisa: That it would never happen again.

Yeah. So here's what I learned tonight:

1. Vampires must spend a fortune on eye makeup and leather.
2. There are no fat, ugly, or old vampires. There are only young, cute, hip ones. If a fat, ugly, or old one does appear, he will shortly become dead.
3. Being a dumb whore groupie/bimbo will get you a painful death. Being a clever librarian will get you an eternity with Lestat and his skintight pants.
4. Drinking the blood of The Queen of the Damned will enable you, if you are a vampire, to walk in the sun.
5. Vampires make good rockers, and have excellent singing voices.
6. Never become a hotel manager, especially if you have big name clients.
7. When someone calls you and frantically tells you to pull a fire alarm, do it.
8. If you disable/kill a hitman, make sure you take all his guns, knives, etc. off his person for you to use later.
9. The suave, calculating, intelligent, (gorgeous) unbeatable phycho you are up against will always turn into a clumsy, stupid, bumbling, (but still gorgeous) easily beat fool when you need him to.
10. Even if you have spent an hour crying and whimpering and being stupid and obvious in your escape attempts, you will always suddenly grow both a brain and a backbone when you need them and thereby defeat your phychotic enemy.

P.S. The scene in QotD where Lestat and whatever Allyia's character's name was are in the bathtub with the red rose petals? HOTTEST THING EVER.

My dress for senior prom has come, and it is BEAUTIFUL! It is nothing like the dress I had last year, which was like Cinderella's, and it's short and dark blue, and wispy and just HOT! And it makes me look sexy, and it's even better than anything because I KNOW FOR A FACT that Phil would love to see me it it (or, more accurately, out of it) AND HE CAN'T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA-fickety-HA! Am I enjoying this too much? I don't think so.

Also, have just seen an add for the Red Sox-Yankees game, that was all Star Warsish and made Don Zimmer into the Emperor, saying "Can't we all just get along?" This has made my night.

GO RED SOX!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I've finally been burned by the candle. And the frigging candle says my energy isn't right. So on top of being fat, ugly, spoiled, stubborn, bitchy, and a brat, I also have wrong energy. What the fuck? My life is doomed. Not even my energy is right, so what else can be?

If anyone wants to read my poem about Phil, comment and maybe I will post it.