ok, so, this post is going to be long and full of things that don't make sense.

< rant > i hate posers (renata and elmo will yell at me for not spelling it poseur... hrm) i've been surfing around and reading some of my "friends"'s web diary weblog things... and it ended up making me really angry. there are quite a few that are nice, and *real*, but there are SO many that are "look at how cool i am, i'm just unbelievable and perfect! here, look at my pictures section! all pictures of ME posing for the camera! i'm SO cute!" ugh. i really hope i don't come across as phony here. i don't try to sit and think these posts out at all, and after looking at these revoltingly self centered weblogs, i'm suddenly worried that i'm revolting and self centered. yuck. i really don't want to be a twit like them! i mean, i am a twit... but, i'm not a disgusting transparent personalitiless twit, am i? ok, www.curtiscregan.com, there are tons of pictures for me posing for the camera, but i'm with curtis, and it's curtis's site! *sigh* and i look AWFUL in half the pictures because they're after rushing and i'm like "hi, i haven't showered!". sure, i have some pictures of me that i think i look exceptionally nice, or pretty... and if someone asks for a picture of me i give them one of the pictures that i think i look pretty in, not one of the ones where i have one eye closed and pen marks on my cheek. but, i don't plaster my site with my pictures... *sigh sigh sigh* < / rant >


thoughts: i woke up at 11:40 this morning, and told emily to leave me alone, and went back to sleep in teh chair, but then i woke up at 11:55 and decided to get up, i wandered into the computer/mini pool table room to discover her brother and her brother's friend were both there, in addition to emily and missy. i made a quick attempt to hide the fact that i had mascara and eyeliner smeared down my cheek, and tried to get my hair to flatten down out of the "blonde bride of frankenstein" look i had going. when none of that worked, i wrapped up in a blanket and figured "ah, the hell with it, they're underclassmen, i dont' care" and watched emily play final fantasy (fun times, fun times). i came home and watched caroline in the city (grrr, i hate julia. richard and caroline belong together. and the guy that plays richard would make a good mark.) i love the guy on rollerblades because he's neato. yup. after that, my mom got home and made malts, and they were really runny and scary. then allison had a piano lesson with her psycho piano teacher who has at least 12 cats... my dad made me a burger that was really rather bad, and made me eat sourdough bread (i HATE sourdough bread.) *suddenly gets tangled in shirt and spins chair around 180 degrees* stupid shirt... and stupid spinny chair. and STUPID POSEURY PEOPLE (i spelled it "right" for renata and elmo, even though i did it on accident...it's a typo that works!) *settles down* i'm very bitter about the moulin rouge soundtrack not having certain songs on it. i mean jeeze. they need the actual mix of lady marmalade/smells like teen spirit/because you can/rhythm of the night that they actually use. and then, the whole "spectacular spectacular" song they sing for the duke... and for GOD'S SAKE the john lequizamo version of nature boy. david bowie?! eeew, stupid david bowie. and "the show must go on" should be there, and the actual movie mix of 'hindi sad diamonds' and a non short skanky "diamonds are a girls best friend, and i'd be horribly amused having the zidler/duke version of like a virgin. *has gotten randomly sidetracked talking about moulin rouge soundtrack* er, anyhow... this is insanely long and bitchy, so i'll stop.


*megan*