rrarr

Sometimes I make noises like oof or aghr or grrh or uhmp or fft but tonight it is a triumphant RARR cos I went to the fair, right? and ALL MY THINGS GOT RIBBONS.
So me and Heather, our boss/knit &crochet group leader/librarian friend, who got us to enter the stuff in the first place on Tuesday (i mighta mentioned it, i frget) took us up there today and so we went straight to the Needlework section and looked for our stuff- my penguin got a blue, my blue hat a blue, err another blue hat got a blue, my slouchy hat got a blue or a red, my yarn I forget, my purpley hat got a YELLOW (yellow is bad guys, haha, it's a 'participation' ribbon) and I got two white ribbons (on my gryffindor scarf? andd something else..) and then we found mary's stuff (she got a white one? and a big CREATIVITY! ribbon) and Heather's, we couldn't find her crocheted dragon at first, turns out it was in a special case because it was BEST OF SHOW! type of thing and so even tho I didna get a big fancy ribbon, I got lotsa little ones. Then we looked around and one of our sorta friends from school found us so we wandered around the fair/carnival and talked to some annoying churchy folk and had some interesting convos with this church dude. We ate and watched the hypnotists' show and then Mary called me and was like, 'did you know your shawl won a best of class ribbon?' and me, all high-pitched; WHAT and this purple shawl I crocheted and forgot I entered TOTALLY WON A frigging BEST OF SHOW! ribbon and YAY! :D Major happiness.

Later, 11:50: tired and lonely, I turned to Omegle and Cleverbot for conversation. Usually I just screw around with people on both of them but on Omegle tonight I weirdly had a good conversation with some random guy in Chicago. And sang All You Need Is Love with Cleverbot. Damn. Weird night. This Omegle guy, now he's a friend on my MSN. He likes movies like I do. Not once did he ask 'asl'. Woahh. Yah. We talked about movies. And music. And knitting.

pretty much

Tagging blogs from awhile ago.
Btw, you know what's alright? Watered down Pepsi. You know what's sad? watering down the Pepsi because regular Pepsi gives me heartburn. Forrealz.

bah

This is me, angry and alone at my dad's house. Angry because I'm all alone. Dad went out with his girlfriend like HA SURPIRSE last night. I see him every other goddamned weekend and all he does in his free time is see Sandy and watch football. Gosh dad I love ya too. Coild I be any less obvious about, too? Being grumbliy and not looking at him and asking him to buy me stuff? He asked what we wanted for dinner, Pizza or what kids? I just watched Quantum Leap and mumbled, I don't care I don't know whatever, Arby's, Get me a Pepsi. Don't you have something to drink, AJ? Don't got to Pepsi, Dad.
So he brought it home and then left. Like 5 o clock. Blake left at 7. Goddamn goddamnit. I hate this. I hate it when they leave me alone and his TV is crap and I don't even have internet friends. I'm so angry and all I want to do is eat a cake. I'm on a fucking diet; I eat when I feel bad so screw it. I want a fripping cake. Or some chocolate. But I would kill for a cake. Or, oh god, some cupcakes. Holy shit I want some fucking cupcakes. I want to eat cupcakes and watch Quantum Leap until 11:3-, when I want to eat cupcakes and watch SNL. Which maybe I can't even do that because dad's TV is shit and we got no cable and for some reason today he's not picking up NBC. Motherfucker.
Sam is coroner./Mortician. He looks good in black and white. Last night I was watching this with Blake--till about 3 in the morning-- and now he likes QL, and he said the same things I did: What the hell is Al wearing and why is Sam a dumbass? Anyway, he now likes QL, but mostly for Al. I loves me Sam but there's something about Al.
My hair is too long. I just want to take some scissors to it. Fucking fuck.
I'm not even looking at the screen as I type this. I've got the keyboard on my lap and I'm faced at the TV. Hnn.
I want to wall some where but why and where to and Dad'd come home and not find me and be pissed. Not worth it.
It's just so quiet. And not so sane to talk to TV characters like I am.
Fuggetaboutit. I'm going to google cutting hair and making cupcakes from scratch,.